Sabin Duvert
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- Posted: Thu, 08 Oct 2009 05:07:53 +0000

Despite the countless days that Ethan had been traveling since he left his home in the grassy valley, Ethan still managed to greet each new day of their journey with optimism and enthusiasm. Each day held new promises, new hope. And despite the wide breadth of land they had traveled and the many new faces that they encountered - many of whom regarded him with mistrust - they still had yet to find anyone who had even heard of the stallion by the name of Dyson Graves. The world was a much bigger place than Ethan could ever have imagined, and every day seemed to present at least one new wonder. But hellish scorched earth or flower covered meadow - it was all a part of the grand adventure. And Ethan refused to get discouraged. Because he knew, deep down to the bone, that he WOULD eventually find his father. It was fate... or something like that at least.
And the search, the adventure, it helped distract the young half-kalona from the possibilities of just what his father might be like. He had seen the reactions of other soquili to his kalona traits - traits that he knew must come from his father. He knew that his mother refused to speak about him. But still... Ethan desperately hoped that meeting his father, finding out that he wasn't as bad as the stories could prove - to himself if nothing else - that he didn't have such negative influence in his blood.
So today was little different than most other mornings of their journey. It had been only two days since they had crossed the dead scar of land, and Ethan saw that dangerous crossing as a veritable trial by fire. Surely, something good, some reward had to come from this crossing. Already he had encountered strange, new creatures. The ocean reminded him of his mother's stories of her passage to this land. The thick forests leading up to the mountains in the distance struck a chord in his chest. That's where they would go next.
So with the salty sea air still flavoring the air, he and Cricket headed north along the coast and into the woods.
Ethan grinned widely over to Cricket as they passed out of the sunny fields inland from the beaches and into the darker, cooler woods. The scent of salty sea air mingled with the dank, earthy smell of the woods. Rustling noises heralded their arrival as hidden creatures scampered away from the two larger soquili. The wood were thick, dark, and as they traveled further into the trees, the air got cooler, and the shadows grew deeper. A presence, like the feeling of being watched, settled on the pair.
Ethan cleared his throat, trying to shake the eerie feeling. "This is diff'rent." He murmured, trying to add a positive spin.
