Being raised by the Dragon's Throat as a community, rather than simply by one or two parents, Thèo had developed a fairly healthy streak of adventurousness. He had found the herd was more interested in teaching him things, rather than disciplining him. He supposed that was because implicitly they felt as though that sort of thing ought to come from his parents. Luckily though, he was fairly mild-mannered to begin with, and so despite his lack of disciplinary-oversight, he was turning out to be a fairly well-rounded boy.
The Rip Tide isles were quite close to the Throat. Closer if he could fly, but all he had managed so far were short glides among the dunes - and even then, it was really just glorified falling. Despite being a pegasus, he really didn't mind walking. It gave him a chance to investigate the world around him - to notice the way the landscapes often blended into one another, and yet how distinctly different they ended up being.
Thèo hadn't seen the creature emerge from the water, but he had noticed almost immediately as a handful of horses congregated on one island in particular. It was odd really, that with so many of them around Helovia, that you only really found them in groups when something was happening - a herd meeting, a God appearing, etc. Rarely did anyone ever just hang out in a large group. And so the appearance of such a group signalled to the pale child that something was likely happening.
Like many others, Thèo was relieved to see the bridge appear. He would happily have swam across, but if something exciting was about to happen, he didn't want to be exhausted from the swim. He easily ambled over it, right on the heels of a pale filly he recognized from the Throat. Though rather than standing with a grouping of other Throat foals, Thèo stood off to one side, bathed in a beam of light, happy to begin this adventure solo.
Briefly his pale green gaze scanned for Iskra, or Luther. He didn't think that he saw either of them, but given how many were here, they very likely could be without his knowledge. He hoped that if they were though, that he would find them soon enough.
mathèo
The flames are getting higher - in effigy.
Burning down the bridges of my memory
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