The young colt had finally plucked up the courage to leave the World's Edge. He was sure Mother would be really upset with him, but he wanted to get out and look for his father. The golden colt moved swiftly searching through the land, he had heard his mother say, at the herd meeting, they had both lived in the Hidden Falls. 'That has to be where my father is at.' Ilios wasn't sure exactly what his father looked like, except that they had the same ivy like markings, same eyes, and that his name was Ciceron. The poor babe couldn't understand why his own Dad wanted nothing to do with him. His handsome ivy marked face hung low as he moved through the grass, the sun setting his like colored fur on fire.

Hope was like a butterfly, marvelous to look out, but hard to keep alive for long. Hope was a candle in a hurricane it's flame fighting to shine, but the pressure of wind and rain snuffing it out. The sun pelted colt's delicate fluttering flickering hope was growing weaker. Maybe his Father really didn't like or want him, why else would he have let Mother and himself leave? Sighing the colt stopped his silver eyes closed tight against the internal pain of being unwanted. He knew perfectly well that his cremello winged Mother loved him dearly, but to a boy it was the worst thing ever to have your father abandon you.

Once he opened his eyes again the youngster saw something he had never seen so close. A cloud was near enough that he could step on to it. 'Are clouds strong enough to hold me though?' He thought quietly as he watched the white puffy thing floating and inch off the ground. 'How what the heck.' The teal and gold foal extended a spindly leg and poked cautiously at the cotton ball. It's construction was solid almost squishy under his soft sharp hoof. Feeling bolder the ivy vine marked foal reared up slamming his forelegs onto the cloud with a shrill squeal of excitement. He waited to drop through the rain carrier, but it held his weight. Laughing in the purely joyous way that only children can produce the young man pounced onto the cloud. Almost instantly it started rising, causing Ilios to freeze silver orbs staring down at the shrinking ground. 'How weird is this?!'

As the sun colt rose higher a smell wafted towards him, then scent of someone else and something else he didn't know. Casting his curious gaze up he noticed a silver dappled stallion looking down at the world below. Ilios smiled softly and called up towards him nickering happily. it wasn't until he leaped like a salmon jumping a water fall, to land on the stunning island, that he noticed the ivy markings the stud bore upon his legs. Speech failed him for a moment as he gazed carefully over the stud. The golden foal spoke in a quavering voice, ""Father?"


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OOC: @[Ciceron]