+ kai'leise. the soil puffed away from the masc's figure as he quietly collapsed toward the earth. palette was lifted ever slightly, watching as the willow leaves swayed with each burst of breeze that came from the calmest of oceans. there were many things he had yet to understand, but the ocean was a necessity. it roared by night, beckoning to its shores fowl and insects, that would come to gather its leftovers and debris from the tide. lanterns thence closed, and lappets remained alert, allowing the breeze to take his mind wherever it was to wander. the soft pucker and drip of the fish coming up to gather waterskimmers were all that were audiable now, just that, and the serene, soft breathing of the czar. today had been a time of fineness, a loose wind dragging at the foliage, and parting the grasses in which he rested. his chassis remained relatively stilled, whips occassionally moving over flanks, and a jerk toward the appendia. thus began the chorus of fowl. their florescant hues would dazzle the eye as they bickered and flirted amongst themselves, dashing through the foliage, and sending high pitched vocalizations to their neighbors. against the northern current, the eastern shore shouted, and within a clash, was stopped by the northern's tranquility. all was in perfection. well, almost everything. a series of thoughts overlapped the equine's mind, the same surpassing every few minutes. where is she? no, he refferred not to a significant other. not a messenger, whom he expected direct news from. not if war was about to break. zen was balanced, and there was one priority for the years he had been condemned upon this earth as a bachelor. amiyra. his child, his pride. what he had left of life before death. though, the child was either always off attempting something of an oddity, or having strayed not too far from his side.

rising from his position, the masc proceeded toward the bank, nape lowering to allow the flowing liquid to move alongst. it soothed the dryness inside him, the cooling liquid slithering down his throat, the songs of the swallows at a deep bellow, and the constant brush of the lowly hanging foliage running over the vagabond's spine. a storm was expected in this twilight, although the land failed to show any signs of a brewing storm. perhaps it was to be near the coast, where he failed to venture, unless it was of the moderate or calmer seas, where aargon's southern hand failed to grasp near to his western and left. a grunt escaped his mugg, after a chuff calling for the young femm, orbs searching through the taller grasses for her normally prancing little frame of bay and mahogany. poll dipped, as knees brushed through the thick grasses, hoisting himself unto a small kiosk on the other side of willow on his left. there they were, and always had been, rushing streams, a series of blunt rocks and boulders at the foot of the small lump of earth. beside the next field, it could be easily heard, the lapping of the dense golden sands against the serene ocean. unlike him to stay calm at such a sound, its calmness soothed his mind, and in an instant, he carefully settled himself down on the kiosk peak, the constant lookout for amiyra's little bod darting through the high grass still a go.

humming to himself a small tune, lanterns watched contently as the ripple of the rivers and softness of the sea reached lappets repeatedly. "mmh." was all that let loose, a shake of his bulk every now and again, just to keep his nerves kickstarted in the fine weather. here, there was continuous rains in the evening, dew upon the feeding thickets in the morning, the constant peep of the annoying flock of sparrows that settled in the willow tree in the early afternoon, as they tended to their nests, and whilst they settled in the dusk, the smaller creatures emerged from their resting places, and scattered amongst each other, and ventured off into the shadow of night. And then, began the cycle all over again. for most of these hours, but the morning and night, and the occassional noontime, kamiir was living alone; living the bachelor life, while the young one was turned out to play beneath the canopies of the little patch of area they found fitting for many months now, without much disturbance. it was peaceful, and quiet, just as the flamelicked equus wished it to be. these lands were unclaimable, but the herds moved silently, without bothering each other much, the femmes crooning to their babes, easily mistaken for the flock of birds that would pass through the area each twilight. all that was, was secret.

small rays of sunlight jutted through the openings in the willow tree, casting a shadow from the kiosk to the vallé. his own shadow intertwined with its obsidian transparency, causing him to cast a mellow glance back toward the main drinking river. a rustle upon the oaks and smaller willows, but nothing other than a jay flitted from its contents. the noose had been loosened, and with now hopeful eyes, did his form retreat back toward his average sleeping spot by the bank, laying back in silence, in wait, like he had but a short while ago.

+a soft drizzle began on the emerald waves that wove beneath each other. the sounds of the feeding fish were drowned out by the patter of the raindrops rhythmically pounding into the small creek, causing the thinner section of its flow to gush over the edges, and feed the dry and charred bank with its fluids. the skies darkened, and the roar of the ocean picked up, its crashes against the nearest beach sounding harshly. it was a wonder what the southern beaches looked like around this time. without taking much notice to the colt that was in his presence, he hoisted himself back upon haunches, and thence to full quartets, after not much rest. the patter of the rain continued to slam harder against the czar's pelt, his orbs ever watchful, knowing amiyra would be coming home at the first crack of thunder. peds led the vagabond to the kiosk again, but his frame now stood directly under the thickest branches of the large willow. a chuff of calling for his daughter randomly came from him; it was low, deep, and kind, but not bellowing, as it rung out, making a few fowl rustle their feathers at the noise. "ami, ami." he spoke more to himself than anything else, his gaze directed back out toward the ocean. "aargon." his voice was in the lowest whisper, though hatred cracked and hung off of every roll of his comb. the sea roared back in retort, its foam hissing whilst it hit the earth harshly. just as it had that day, to his own mother. the sea just couldn't get enough of the chances it had every second to pound the earth, and destroy it as time went on. though, he knew quite well that storms around these parts had nothing to do with aargon's rage, or the god's having been locked away for so long. he could pinpoint amiyra exactly, now. she had just been having one of her nightmares. he had them, as well, but fires did not cast around the earth, as they would have. amiyra still had what she could hold close. nature.

The sprinkle would ease, and fall right back into a painful spritz again. finally, he heard her ring through the forest. as expected, she had not been too far off. he called back to her, waiting to see her small bay frame come from the wood. "i'm right here, baby." his smile was faint, and his sight was directed toward the right, looking toward the undergrowth. he chuffed again, as the rain continued to pound through even the thickest of vegitation. the hailstones that smacked over his flesh, and sliced through the trees full of darting and resting birds continued, also, as his sight was still on the underbrush. where was she? he figured she would calm down, but the natural storms in unison with her personal hate would cause a raging mess, and they would need to find more shelter than a willow tree. scarlet crest arched, and retracted, sending his sorrel chassis back down the slope, and into the hearth of the floor, his gaze aiming toward the canopy every now and again. "amiyra." his vocalization was still kind, but equally stern, lanters looking for the tiny femme, almost casually, knowing the search had not become desperate. lappets would rise, but be smacked downwards once again from the hailstones. irons paced through the wood, still amiably searching out for her lithe bay figure.

he allowed a quiet song to escape, as he hummed, finally spotting something smaller than the trees, her call reaching him again, as it rang off of the forest walls. papa? the leisurly walk turned into a slowed jog, moving toward the little flicka, and coming in front of her at a halt so she wouldn't be startled. "papa's here, ami. it's alright now." his carefree smile sweeped over his young features, pale plush nudging her little bod through the frondescence. the sooner she was out, perhaps the calmer the storm would be. her petite auburn beside his own rouge. it was a wonder where she could have gotten her deeper hues. though, kamiir knew all too well. whenever he examined her pigments, there was a melevolant feeling. his daughter understood his reasons, for he had told her of them. though, there was much more for her to understand properly. when the time came, she would learn the beauties, and downsides to the gods. then and there, her training would commense.

he turned, and continued back out of the brush, back to where the other foal had been. he blended with the grasses neatly, but he would easily stand out, especially to the keen eye of a father. in his thoughts, he seemed harmless, and would be allowed to keep his place here, in kai'leise, amongst he, and amiyra. as long as the sea kept its peace-- he wouldn't get his hopes up.