Creatures were indeed coming out from their hiding places, the chill of Frostfall. He had spent most of it keeping warm near to his red wood tree, the rocks providing suitable covering, a small little den in the corner of the woods that sheltered the Ancient Rotunda. The mild elevation also kept the ground dry enough to sleep despite the rainfall. Still it had been a quiet season, and the loneliness seemed to eat away at him more than usual. The crimson and navy virile often found himself pondering things in the Rotunda, hooves echoing on its stone floor with none but his songbird friend that remained to keep him company. Kelso had once come to the conclusion that he might take flight and visit the Hidden Falls, but bad weather kept him grounded. He occupied himself with the Rotunda's upkeep and tending the forest, visiting his mother's grave site in Thistle Meadow and learning a tune or two with his comrade. The beast had a fairly good voice, though none were subject to it save for the quietly slumbering trees and woodland life.

All that was behind now as Frostfall faded away into gradually into Birdsong. His path clear, the skies clearing and the sun peeking through fleeing cloud cover, Kelso had decided to venture out of the woods and towards the Western coast. The smell of the sea hit him even before the waters came into view. The earth soon became crusty before it was completely sand. Bat-like wings, a deep crimson color were spread, the sun warming and illuminating so that you might chance to see the little vessels and nerves that made his wings very much living limbs. Birdsong's warmth was very much welcomed. The digit tipped ends of his wings drew lines on the sand as he skipped forth to dip his hooves into the ocean. The waters were cool but not so, they were rather welcoming. The hellion had not spied another presence, though today he was not trying much to hide from unwanted company. Company in fact might be very much welcomed. Gentle tradewinds combed his dark blue threads. With a snort he flapped his wings and plunged into the sea, enjoying the sensation and letting most of his worries just wash away. Thoroughly bathed in seawater he walked the shore a bit more, keeping his legs half submerged in the waters as he went, wings now dragging along on the water's surface.

Sometimes a change of scenery is good for a troubled mind. His dam's words and the warmth of her voice echoed in his memories. Kelso once more contemplated making the journey to other lands....to seek adventure he had only ever heard in his mother's story or merely dreamed of.

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OOC: open for any and all. PLEASE TAG KELSO.


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