How wonderful it was to be alive!
Aiolos panted heavly, his broad and strong chest heaving with eath breath whilst his pace slowed to a complete stop beside a flowing river. Grinning momentarily to himself about the story he'd been told about his parents meeting at a stream; the stallion shook his head before lowering it to drink deeply from the cool waters.
His journey had begun with an amazing start, already nearing the oceans of the south as the salty aromas drifted past his nostrils strongly the more he ventured closer. It was a change, the warmer weather of the south and the new sights and smells. Father had told him about these wondrous changes which came with the different geological areas of the land and hell, Aiolos was excited to see it all!
Taking his fill of drink the taller stallion stood and shook the excess water from his lips and maw; looking about for a bit to eat perhaps...since his grumbling stomach seemed to protest otherwise to moving on before he ate.
