Returning to the Caela Insula had been a very simple decision, and as it would turn out, they wouldn't be disappointed. Even though he had gone to the World's Edge and had been accepted into their ranks, Apollo was eager to go out and return to the place of Zola's birth. The floating island was a peaceful, beautiful place... And something drove the stallion to return to the majestic kingdom in the sky.

Zola remained upon the stallion's withers as they ascended towards the floating isle, pin-prick claws digging into the overo's ebony hide to better grasp the balance that tended to elude her. There was a feeling of excitement that bubbled inside of the eyeless kitten, a feeling that Apollo couldn't claim he had felt from her before.

"Do you know where we are, Zola?" He asked the black kitten, a warm chuckle worming its way from his barrel. "This is the island of your birth." And where Apollo had gained the Egg that Father Earth had bestowed upon him. All in all, the Insula was a place that held many memories for the bonded pair, and as they arrived there was no stopping the familiar feeling of peace that filled the overo's veins. It was just as he remembered it...

Wait.

Or... Close to how he remembered it. Off in the distance there was quite a strange sight, something he had never seen before... What in the world? A conifer tree, decorated with tingle-bells that sounded rather beautiful to the bonded pair's ears, especially to young Zola, who couldn't see the sight before them. Not only was there a decorated conifer tree, but a turtle settled comfortably beneath the tree, and around them stood many, many others. Some, Apollo recognized, and others were nothing but strangers... But something was going on, and Zola's surge of excitement that suddenly flew through his veins pushed Apollo forward.

Hooves moved forward, a jeweled crown pressed upwards towards the heavens as he began to mingle around those who had gathered. Slowly he pushed through the crowd, careful not to rudely bump any around, and approached the beautiful conifer, marveling at the jingle bells and the tinkering, joyful sound they made whenever a breeze caressed through the air.

"So beautiful, good Sir," Apollo said, honey-brown orbs glancing jovially down to the Earth Turtle, "A good day to you." On his back, Zola purred, speaking her joy at the sound of the jingle-bells the only way she could.

ooc: Thank you, Earth Turtle! <3