It seemed like no matter what he did and how hard he fought the urge, something always brought the paint back to the beach. There was just something about this place.... The fact he felt like he missed his big chance for love back in the Tides... Maybe that was what brought him back here over and over. Time had passed, he had grown up and changed. No longer was he the gangly colt clinging to his dam's side. He was a warrior fast on his way to WingLeader in the Qian... He was a big brother to a filly with two sets of wings and from what Azale had said a foster big brother to a colt with lots of feathers. For so long love had began to be pushed to the back of his mind. Yet the moment his feathered hooves sank into the almost white sand, all his thoughts began to race.

He was almost glad that he had not won the hellhound, for having the thoughts of another in his mind would not help right now. He trudged on, his mind quickly turning from the fact that he had lost a chance at a companion to the fact a member of the Edge had been taken right under everyone's noses. The young red roan had fought in the invasion... Surely she was a fighter and could handle herself until they could go to the rescue. He felt bad in the fact he didn't even know her name... Aaron also knew of the campfire gathering that was to take place that night, he would alert the others of the herd of the need to rescue once he arrived. But first he needed to gather his thoughts. The bay painted knight had only moved a few paces onto the sand before he broke into a full out run. The last time he had run here he had been trying to win the race across Helovia. He had failed, coming in close to the lead three but it hadn't been enough. He let his hooves pound into the sand, the sound of sea gulls and the waves crashing filling his ears until his own heart rate did the same.

As he ran his thoughts race more, this time turning to the one he constantly shoved in the back of his mind. Ophelia. The two childhood friends could not of taken any different of paths. Then again, they both had dealt with many different things growing up. He had lost his father when the shades attacked and been forced to run with his mother for their lives. They had sought out the only family left, his mother's adoptive mother Gossamer and the Oasis herd leader Smoke. It had been word of mouth and a tug in his mind that had brought him to the first Qian meeting. That meeting had changed everything. since joining the Qian, he had worked to control his magic and learned just how wicked and evil it could be. On the battlefield however he did not care as those unicorns had been trying to kill the one stallion he looked up to. He had made them feel on fire. The remorse later on, he would never tell a soul about....

It was as his thoughts came back around to Phi, that it was as if she emerged from the ocean. Startled at first he slide to a halt, sand flying up everywhere as he forelock was tossed into his brown eyes. The water looked like diamonds as she shook herself off. A silver dragon was with her, surely it was the dragon his mother had tried for and failed. He could not help but smile. She finally had her silver dragon. Confusion took over his features as it seemed they fought, but surely it was a bonded thing. He moved forward carefully, stopping a few paces away before speaking. "Hello Ophelia." His voice to had changed. No longer was it the squeaky voice of a colt not yet fully grown. It was deep, almost as if you could hear the note of power he held within the Qian. His ears were forward listening for her reply as he tossed his head slightly to clear the forelock and parts of his mane from his eyes.

"Talk Talk"