winter wonderland
For a moment, the ivory-white stallion is lost in the mare's golden eyes, her voice pleasantly comforting as he gently sways with the breeze. He knew that he got too quickly and easily attached to people when he really shouldn't, though now he couldn't help himself. Ever since he had left Sinner and become independent, he longed to meet someone new, to make a friend or to find a partner and enjoy their company.
"Sande" he repeats, looking toward the young filly "It is lovely to meet you, Sande," he says warmly, playfully bowing to her as the arctic fox emerges from underneath Ruinam, also bouncing around playfully, inviting them to play.
"On you guys go" he smiles, nudging Sande toward the enthusiastic fox before returning his attention to Adria, his expression taking a form of worry "Sylva you say? What did they want in Ischia?" he asks curiously.
At first, the stallion is filled with hope, the thought of Sinner and Mary retaking the autumnal landscape and calling it home once more, but the thought quickly fades, his worry increasing with each passing moment, the thought of Sylva born anew under the hands of Loess casting a shiver through his spine.
The stallion hopes everything will remain as is, a wish that was most likely quite far fetched, but doable. Ruinam feels as if he can keep the resort peaceful for now, allow those that do not want to be touched by the spoils of war to seek shelter in the resort and find a home, though this would take time, before long he knows the resort will prosper.
