He had come to know and love the cliff-side, finding it peaceful and helped to strengthen his resolve. It was here that he stood at the top of the cliff, looking over at the setting sun. The sea wind whipped through his mane, brushing it from his eyes and given him clear vision even though his eyes were closed in blissful wonder. He heaved a heavy breath, his chest filling with oxygen and he could almost feel the way the deep breath seemed to calm him. The taste of the salty-sea air on his tongue was refreshing. And when his eyes finally opened, he was met with the reds and oranges of the summer sunset.
It was peaceful here. There was no other place in Terrastella quite like this place. He came here often, probably too often and it was where he had met Asterion one morning as he watched the sun rise. This cliff, for all the dangers it held, was the only way that Rhone could truly let go. So many things in his past, so many regrets. It was here that he could just let the sea wind take all his worries from him and leave him feeling open and vulnerable.
Eyes looked over to the small (but growing) oak tree that he had planted just months ago. His magic had given this tree life and it would be magic that helped it grow. Being able to plant such beauty in a place that might not otherwise harbor such beauty was a glorious thing. It made him feel whole and important. One day, this small oak tree would become a mighty oak that not even the wind from a hurricane could knock it down.
There is a shuffling of footsteps coming from the broadside of the cliffs and it breaks Rhone’s thoughts and reflections. It wasn’t often that he ran into another soul up here, so he wondered just who was approaching. It wasn’t until the other stallion took a step onto the top of the cliffs that Rhone offered him a smile. It was a new face, one he hadn’t recognized before. And yet, the possibility of meeting someone knew was quite thrilling.
And so, the bay stepped towards the stranger and soon realized that the man was not exactly relaxed. The cliffs were a place that he often came to let loose, and this gentleman appear anything but relaxed. He offered him a soft, tender smile, hoping that the expression might give him some sort of comfort in this moment. "It is beautiful, isn’t it?" Soft eyes drifted off towards the setting sun, taking in the colors and the feel of this particular end of day. Perhaps gentle conversation would help this man.
@Atlas
