Kalani's days of youth were long over, it seemed. He was reflecting on it, presently - thinking about the way he had grown at his mother's side, and how his family had flourished near the man Elan's residence. He bore no particular attachment to humans, mind, but the village was quite normal to him.
Perhaps that was the notion behind his wandering... Behind his current desire to drift aimlessly through the country skies, over open fields and vast forests. A land he had seen only in brief before. He had been traveling in this way for what could have been ages, yet felt hardly long enough at all - likely a week, at most. In that time, he had passed over the broad prairies around the Kawani village, and found himself over a thick of trees stretching as far as he could see.
Even the most stalwart traveler needed rations though, and the alicorn was perhaps not the most endurant. Harboring no shame in it, Kalani had hunkered down for the afternoon, hiding himself away beneath an oak's expansive branches to graze in a clearing.
