He had wandered far in his brief time in these lands. It seemed like only yesterday that he had trekked through the mountains, reuniting briefly with his brother before going their separate ways again. They had decided to settle within the borders of this land - Helovia, it was called, yes, that was it - and, as such, it was Quilyan's duty to explore the mares of the realm. Or, at least, he took it as his duty. And so he had wandered, meeting that interesting mare Orinthia in the Heavenly Meadow. She was an oddity, in his so carefully structured world, refusing to bow to his superior position (or not, anymore, he reminded himself), instead plaguing him with questions about his life and his homeland.

She hadn't been so bad, he supposed, but women were supposed to answer the questions, not ask them. And they were supposed to answer to his beck and call. He wondered if all the faes in this land were going to be like Orinthia. She had posed a challenge, and he did quite love a challenge - but he also missed the ease with which he could gain a female companion back home. He sighed wistfully. Yes, times had been much easier there. And the femmes had been prettier. He laughed, remembering one of his favorites - a petite mare with a snowy white complexion, just an equine, not royalty. But her emerald eyes had always smiled, and she had laughed at his stories when they spent time together. He had never loved, but he had liked her quite a bit. He wondered if she had escaped the revolt alive.

He found himself today on a quaint little beach, one that he had visited briefly with his brother, when they had run into a band of pirates. He wasn't sure that he wanted to join them - after all, he was royalty, and so he ought to be in charge. But perhaps it would be good. And they wanted to nab females. He was all for that. A brisk wind whipped his bi-colored mane as he trotted easily down the shoreline. He stayed close enough to the water that his hoofprints were washed away by each additional wave. It was easier to move in the hard-packed sand at water's edge than it was in the dunes. He could have flown, he supposed, but for some reason, he continued on foot.

Ahead of him, a figure appeared. The winds carried the scent to him; a female. A smile crossed his maw and he continued on his path. He watched with interest as she slammed to stop, seemingly frustrated (though he supposed she could just be doing it for fun, if she was one of these strange Helovian females). Growing closer, he took in her sorrel pelt, her pale banner. She had a nice coloration, and though he couldn't yet see her face, he was interested. But then, he was interested in every female that walked by. "Hello, fair maiden!" he called cheerfully, kindly warning her of his presence lest she want him to go away.

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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.

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