It crossed his mind very briefly that perhaps she’s given him this particular island on purpose; the one neighbouring Carwyn’s son. But he quickly found that the others were all occupied and perhaps there was some wisdom in letting him have his own place; and, bonus, the little sandbank just north of Skye might just make for a fun gathering place between the landbound versus seabound creatures of the world.
Now that he had it though, then came the responsibility of the twins (one apparently hadn’t been enough, as Fate dictated), and what Carwyn wanted. However, being in Ischia with her family again probably wasn’t a bad thing for her at all - just an adjustment. Nevertheless, it seemed to Aodhan that this was the best possible outcome for him. Not having to choose, not having to ask any other to choose, having both his own place and not (it still was only in name, and it still was only one little island, barely enough to feed a family).
But it was enough, and it had never really bothered him to share.
Today, he swims across to Tywyll’s, landing upon their northern shore and whinnying to announce his presence. He’s not one to sit still a lot though, and quickly his shape is changed into that of a parrot, golden and emerald as he searches the bushes for the roan mare.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Carwyn] a quick starter because I’ve taken ages sorry