[open] tired of nothing

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   Aedan, the star-stallion says, and Gale repeats it to himself. Though the stranger doesn’t seem entirely at ease, that is to be expected. Gale feels much the same when he leaves his island home, though he hopes that Aedan’s time here – however brief – might leave him with the same contented feeling that it has all but instilled into Gale. “I hope you stay long enough that I can see them,” Gale replies, his curiosity as to the other’s origin’s answered by the stallion’s next words. He is looking for a home, he says, and at that Gale’s expression visibly brightens (nearly impressive, given his already wide smile. A few vagabonds, and the idea of a troupe of individuals is no less thrilling than Aedan alone. Not a troupe though, Aedan tells him. Not yet, anyway. “Congratulations are in order, then.” He replies, and then muses aloud: “Perhaps you could stay here? The fairies bade me share this place, and it seems too coincidental you arrive so soon after.” As he speaks, he realizes that perhaps this is forward of him, but if he is right and perhaps his home will soon expand by three, it is a good thing to be forward. “When Ruinam invited me here five years back, it was with the promise of peace and quiet and sunny shores.” The brindle stallion glances up and down the empty black beaches, where only the sound of surf on sand and wind in the rainbow flora reaches their ears. “It hasn’t disappointed in that regard ” @[Aedan]