at the ready [Gale]

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free When Jesla had requested his escort away from Icicle Isle, Gale had thought that perhaps Islandres would be the first of many destinations in the spotted mare’s travels. She wanted to see more of the world, she’d said, to stand somewhere other than on the cold land of this frozen kingdom. Gale couldn’t blame her, not shivering as he was even in the fall Yet as she leans closer, she’s looking at him the way that Eyas looks at the overo unicorn that Gale had accidentally discovered in her memories. There’s something about it that makes Gale’s chest feel light, as though a small sun rests just below his ribs. It’s a pleasant feeling, and Gale nods agreeably. He glances out at the first barrier, the cold water that has trapped Jesla. He can’t exactly make it easier for her to swim, but he can at least point out the shallower places in the sea, where the same hard granite that holds up Nerine juts out of the grey water. She can rest on them, and ensure that she is not entirely exhausted by the time they reach Nerine. They’d still have a distance to walk after that, Gale thinks. Though he most often prefers the haste of his wings, the lands through which the pair must travel to reach Islandres are lands Gale has not visited before. The prospect of some unexpected travel and sightseeing is exciting, and Gale is certain that the quiet population of his island home will fare perfectly well in his absence. Gale explains to Jesla his plan about swimming to the rocky outcroppings, suggesting to her that he will fly overhead to guide her. If she had a better method of travel across the sea he is willing to hear it, but Gale doubts she would have remained so long on Icicle Isle if she were able to leave easily. “Are you ready?” He asks with a smile, stretching out his wing to brush against her shoulder. Gale has entirely forgotten his original purpose in coming here to the frozen northern kingdom, and he realizes that only now. Well, he ponders, he can always come back later. Perhaps in a week or so, before the worst of the cold comes in. @[Jesla]