Tafari only had one regular haunt, if you could even call it that. He didn't go there because he liked it or because he liked the company he found there. He simply went there because it was convenient and the sole place that his powers didn't effect his surroundings. Still, it was, as supposed havens went, pretty miserable.
It was so cold that even his thick mane couldn't keep out all the chills. It was snowy and the texture of the snow on his paw pads was displeasing at best. From the name one might think that it was supposed to be all sunshine and bright colors and honestly, Tafari would have preferred it that way, but no. Instead they got stone cold rocks. Tafari supposed he should have liked it, given the fact that he himself was partially turned to stone, but alas, he still didn't like it, despite returning so often.
So, as per what was becoming his usual routine, he chose a cliff's edge overlooking the clouds that surrounded the mountaintop and lay there. If he was lucky, he would either take a nap or find some company, if not... Well, it was still better going to the mortal realm, at the very least.
Seaki
