This was the third time Torasin had ventured to the sandy shores of the Endless Blue. It's serene views, lapping ocean and soft sands were like a heaven on earth. Beaches were places the painted stag rarely came by and now it seemed it was becoming a regular occurrence. However, something more beautiful lighted his horizon. He watched as the gracious mare floated to the grainy floor, long dark mane floating about her. Maybe he was noble in manners, but on this day and forever Tor truly did feel like a Prince. Past troubles and present matters flittered away with the clear blue sea, emerald eyes disappeared under buttery lids and lobes listened to the waves dance.

Curious and satisfied. The emotions slipped their way neatly into Torasin's mind, lids reversed and he swung round to watch Kiba coming into land. He grew a little bit each other day but still a babe of a dragon.
Good hunt?
The paint enquired to his bonded to which the brown simply clawed further up his neck to peer through his lobes at Brooke. A mixture of emotions poured from Kiba then, ranging from curiosity to sheer happiness. The wild, adoring thoughts that always filtered through Torasin's mind were making a direct impact on the dragon. Tor watched in wonder as he lifted into flight, tawny wings carrying him powerfully and purposely towards Brooke. He steadied and gracefully landed on the rear of the mare, happily chirping away at her. Saying hello in a very bubbly kiba-esque way. The brown simply wanted to meet the keeper of his bonded's heart.

Pale mane whipped up into the air as Torasin cantered after him, his eyes fixed on the pair. Sand skittered in his wake that soon turned to splashes, the cool water a relief once more on his hot body. He bounced round to Brooke and Kiba, and following his lovers steps, golden knees buckled into the ocean as the stallion lay next to her. Ivory hair joining the darkness of hers. The smell of salt permeated around his nostrils as he grazed her cheek, "it is easy to forget the world in your presence milady Brooke". Kiba flicked his tail in and out of the water.

If dragons could blush Torasin was sure Kiba would of done. Brooke's little greeting sending the brown into his sing song trilling noise, happy to of finally met her. Tor rolled his eyes at him in fondness. Pleasurable heat shivered up his spine as he felt her touch, eyes softening with her every embrace. His thoughts sang happy at their future family, he had always wanted a family. Especially with Brooke, the one he thought he had lost in Isilme. The paint remembered further back, his fathers gentle smile and his mothers dancing movements. He remembered them fondly, as he hoped his children would.

Brooke spoke and he smiled, sweet and confused. Before? Does she mean the fall of Isilme? Or the gap when he had not seen her in Helovia? He nipped her back, teeth carefully grazing at her dark shades of mane. Torasin then looked at her intently "before milady? I used to think about where you had gone most of my days. I tell Kiba he is lucky he found me after those days... I missed you too much, I mean I don't think straight on a normal day!" He laughed at himself. Emotions he never dealt with well, Mirage was there as the one he could relate to. As different as they looked they were not too dissimilar. But Mirage had Vikram and he had Brooke. All in all, Torasin was in what only could be described as bliss. For so long of worry and sorrow, it was like living in heaven.