Memory is a crazy woman \\ Gale, any islanders

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free There are a great deal more things to be done as Chief of Islandres than there were as leader of the Island Resort. When the only equine residents were himself and his sister, the formalities and protocols of diplomacy were far from his mind. This place had been their hideaway. Now though, as the sound of voices grow more audible and the trails through the forest grow wider, the realization of his responsibility begins to settle.  He should go to the other lands, he knows, see what has become of them. There are other ways that would include not leaving the island, but Gale is eager for distraction, and the chance to travel across the entirety of Beqanna is not an opportunity he will pass by. Having just returned from the first trip – to Loess – Gale is eager to fill his growling belly with a late evening dinner of mangoes. Some of them had started to ferment, he knows, the best to eat before a long sleep like the ones he plan. The pegasus lands on the black sand beach, folding his wings neatly as he slows from a gallop to a brisk walk. He veers east once he has slowed, and is heading toward a shadow trail through the woods when something catches his attention. It’s the iamge of one of Islandres’ massive wooden statues, appearing in his own mind as though he were witnessing it firsthand. He frowns, and the trail appears again. He’s never seen them from that angle before. The novel view of an object he’s seen a thousand times is intriguing, and his expression is curious as he heads down the beach toward the carvings. The curiosuity becomes concern as the sharp taste of blood reaches his nose, but as he hurries toward the chestnut mare, he can see no large wounds or blood on the sand. No, the only blood is one her cracked lips, and it is hard to differentiate the salt of the water and the salt of her tears. “Um…” He says, stepping around so she might see him more clearly even in the evening light. “Uh, What’re you doing? But also could you stop?” @[Crackjaw]