Everything had been passing all too quickly for Ruinam, escalating situations unfold far too fast, sending him into a downward spiral, a contemplative state where he wondered if time even existed, wondering existentially, what his worth was.
The ivory stallion keeps tripping over himself as he travels to the icicle isle, his head cramped with a million different thoughts and ideas, with no time to contemplate any of them, he was still on the same mission he had sent himself on a few years ago, though now he had become unsure of himself, having done nothing in such a large span of time.
Ruinam exhales deeply as he enters the cold water surrounding the icicle isle, a deep shock entering his spine as he adjusts to the temperature, carrying his trustworthy companion on his back.
He had come to discuss something he should have discussed months ago, though this time there was nothing and no one to stop him.
The stallion feels that the time is right for his plan to go forward, with the currently uncomfortable atmosphere in Beqanna, the stallion had to make a decision and rely on himself and his allies to carry it forward.
Ruinam quickly reaches the shore of the frozen island, his white coat blending in with his surroundings as he shakes himself free of the cold water.
Without wasting time the stallion calls for Jesper, a sense of urgency in his voice as he allows his companion to climb down from his back and enjoy what the island has to offer.
Ruinam had always felt guilty for keeping his companion confined to the island resort, making him endure the hot temperatures in his thick arctic fur, he hopes that maybe Jesper will allow his companion to remain on the island, not wanting to part with him uncomfortably when he gains what he had wanted on the mountain.