He stands in the sea, the waves crashing against his chest. It makes him feel alive and there is a sort of calling that he cannot deny from the water. Something calls to him, it beckons him to step further into the sea so the current might take him out to sea. If he were having depressive thoughts, he might have headed the calling of the sea. But Rhone does not wish to die today. He wishes for life and purpose. He wants to learn more about this new place – Novus. It’s a strange and interesting place, one that he wishes he could understand. It would take time, he supposed.
There’s a sound that echos behind him and Rhone flicks his ears to capture the sound. Perhaps it is just the echo of the sea against the wall of rocks to his back. Perhaps, even it’s the sound of another coming to make sure that he is quite alright. Or just maybe, it is someone who wishes to die…someone that he is here to save.
Slowly his body turns towards the shore, his eyes searching for the source of the noise. He doesn’t find anyone lurking there, starting at him or watching him from afar. Instead, he is greeted by a seagull who sits on a rock, the bird’s eyes watching him as if he’s trying to predict where the stallion will go next.
Rhone offers the bird a smile as the bird takes flight and flies away. He remembers Ariannah and her affinity for the air. He remembers watching her fly above him in the Northern Kingdom of Hoof Prince. He remembers he love he had for her…and the pain he felt when she left.
But Rhone does not let these thoughts dampen his mood. Instead he takes a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the shore until the water rest just above his hocks. Tail flicks at the sea water, the spray entering his eyes and making them burn. He blinks once or twice, his breath exhaled in a sigh. Still no one awaits him on the shore.
