The summer would always cast a light upon the island sands that made the tiny grains glisten likes a treasure chest beach. This was one of the things Titanium loved about his home. He didn't look like he woukd suit it, really. He just wasn't a beachy looking horse, but he moved in total comfort, like him and the land oddly bonded together so no one could question his loyalty to it. Now he moved through the jungle like shelter, setting over the many islands with ease despite the harsh walking sand always created.

Titanium was generally a well muscles horse, his bulk not fast but carried alot of strength. It was the sand that was always tough on horses because of their hooves that seemed to provide more work for him. He could move freely over it now, but he remembered the first couple days feeling sore with every step because he wasn't used to such ground. Now he gained a certain grace when he left the Palm Isles, and managed to keep it as he walked now, which was common in only his sort of breed.

His stone grey coat stood out from the golden sands, the bright blue sky giving the sea a deep tropical colour. He made his way through the jungle of the island Cunei, on his way to Khado, but as he found the edge a coloring of black and white caught his eye. He looked a saw a mare standing at the edge of the water, seemingly watching the tide but her expression was far away. As if she was deep in thought. He stopped his journey to the other island and walked slowly back out of the water. He had been in it up to chest deep and now as he powered himself out torrents of water ran off him in, his stone coloured coat darker and shining from the wet.

She was taller than a few horses, it was easy to see she carried Gypsy Vanner blood. She had more bulk than other mares too, but that was just the consequences of a draft breed. Titanium, being an elegant Clydesdale himself, never noticed much of these things. He stood at 17hh himself, and still towered over her. He started walking slowly her way, not bothering to announce himself, and stopped as she realized she wasn't alone. He waited for her to see him, his perfectly steel eyes matching his grave expression.

He watched as she rolled herself up, murmuring a greeting. Hello. His chiseled ears pricked toward her, to listen to her voice. It was instantly recorded, something he would remember in his memory for future references. His nose quivered at her scent, something sweet and sharp and new occupied his attention. He looked to her side, trying to figure out the wierd piece of material clinging to her neck. Would you like a peppermint? He watched as she magically pulled something small with that sharp smell out of it. His grey eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"What do you do with it?" His baritone voice rumbled as he lowered his large head and inspected it with one rolling eye. Then his nose drew to it, taking in the confusing scent. It was like a mixture, and reminded him of a plant he had found in the woods one time. He backed up though, and looked at her now, with suspicion.

You suck on it. She said matter-of-factly, as if she had relayed this information over before. He cocked an ear, his steel eyes quiet, urging her to go on. Have you ever eaten a mint plant? He shook his head, he wasn't bothered with plants that didn't seem to offer him any use. It is almost like that. That was the little healer of the forest, Illinga. She'd have more interest, then again, she probably already knew.

"That smell is familiar, I must have by passed a mint plant before." He rumbled, then shook his head. "I'll pass of that for now, maybe another day." He glanced at the attachment on her neck, but decided not to mention it. Maybe it was a defect? If those things came out of her, well, he wasn't a cannibal. Anyhoo, back to business.

The stallion set his shoulders, and looked around, unconciously of course. Since the war even being in his own home made him edgy, he always had to check there wasn't anything threatening him. He barely knew he was doing it half the time, sometimes he wondered why his muscles were always sore just before he fell asleep at night. He'd been so tense, so agitated the whole day it was only just before sleep when his stones sides grew softer that he realized the pain it gave him.

"What name do you go by?" He asked her, lashing his tail sequined with sand grains against his side. His warm, grassy breath huffed through his lips.