The sun glistened high in the sky, content in warming the land that basked beneath her. That warmth crawled along his pale spine, warming his very bones. He, to describe the being, was tall, pale and glistening in one package. Confined to a willowy frame and designed for the desert, he was nearly bare of fur and what hairs did adorn his back were short and exposed his follicles for all to see. His blue eyes should have seemed frosty in such pale depths, yet they portrayed the warmth that seemed to make up the day. His long limbs drew slowly over the terrain, his hooves creating the slight indents that left a path behind him. His neck, bare of a mane, was sloped and well muscled despite the telling exposure. It seemed to foretell of his sculpted jaw and the straight line of his face. He was, to say the least, quite content with how the day was unfolding. It seemed that his disposition was being portrayed in the blue of the sky and the calm silence of the near empty expanse of land before him. He was a lighthearted creature, contented with the smallest things in life. He presented himself as he was, finding facades not so enjoyable as some did. He believed that his purpose was to show love and present warmth, despite his ability to cut one quick when it was needed.

His muscles twitched, an itch climbing his limbs and driving him to move a bit faster over the sands. He lowered his skull to adjust for the heightened gate and allowed his limbs to stretched to their limits. Curving them beneath his form, his hind limbs carried his weight for a moment, as he extended his forelimbs again and allowed glistening hooves to clutch at the ground. His head was tucked to his chest, blue eyes following the slope of the hill as he steadied his form just along the side where the hill sloped downward and ran into another one upward slope at the bottom. Inhaling a salty gust of air, he clicked his tongue within his lips. He didn't find much to enjoy about the ocean or how that salty oxygen filled the air around it. In fact, it was quite detestable to breath such thick gusts of it. In any case, he was enjoying himself far too much to allow such things to dampen his mood. His pale form seemed to chase the breeze as it curled over the land, as if he might step on that very wind and drift away. It was a fanciful thought that only occurred when one let themselves survive in the moment alone.

His design was to move south just as soon as he tired of running through the thick grasses that grew atop the rocky cliff that towered over the broiling ocean. The thought drew his pale gaze toward the ocean and that was when he spied a form peering down the steep incline that lead down to the beach. He found himself slowing as the distance between himself and what he now scented as the female closed in. He studied her for a moment as he approached, her darker form being perhaps the first he'd seen since his mother had passed. She looked nothing like anyone he'd ever seen. Then again, he was quite used to his mother and the few pale members of her family he had met. He wasn't exactly certain why he was bothering to approach her, but he felt drawn to the company of the first equine he'd seen in quite some time. As he settled a few feet from her, he let his own gaze trail down the cliff and for a moment he considered climbing down to the ocean below. Instead, he sucked in a breath and on an unsteady string of soft and deep vocals, offered, "Would you like to climb down?" He cast his pale gaze toward her blue tinted form and found himself eyeing her with unmitigated curiosity.

He arched a nonexistent brow when she spoke and felt the firm line of his lips waver somewhere between a smile and a soft smirk. Had she honestly thought he wanted to make the trek down there? Despite his youthful strength, there was no way he would have actually ambled down to the water. He wasn't exactly a fan of the ocean anyway, so traveling down to the beach held no perk for him. His blue eyes regarded her for a moment as he shifted in place, stepping back from the edge to alight his gaze more firmly on blue shades of her body. "I was not offering to escort you down." He spoke with amusement tinging the deep, yet soft tones of his voice. His pelt glistened at he moved in the sunlight, perhaps deliberately crowding her as he skirted her smaller frame and settled on the other side. Out of habit, his nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath of salty air mingled with their scents on the breeze. If anyone else approached he would know before they came into view.

Her next words caught his attention and his creamy ears twisted to snatch every syllable from the air. Why the sudden interest, indeed, he mused. He had never been the type to mingle with others. There had been a reason his mother hadn't taken up with a word. He was the ultimate wanderer with nowhere in mind, yet the strong desire to somehow be apart of the world he was constantly passing by. That wasn't why he had stopped though. He would have been lying if he'd said it was just for the companionship of a stranger. No, the color of her pelt and her scent on the breeze had awakened his curiosity. He was used to the slender and pale frames of his mothers family. While he had grown to be far bigger and more solid than them, he had maintained the monotony of their colors perhaps to a much higher degree. Where their pelts had creams, they had not entirely shined and gleamed in the sun like his own. He had grown bored of being surrounded by those same colors and wandering personalities when they occasionally met up on their travels.

"I find it loath to admit that I was quite intrigued." He offered with a lopsided grin on his pale lips. "I have seen gold, silver and all manner of browns on my travels." He spoke, his blue eyes clasped to her darker ones. "You have blessedly broken the monotony of color I'm so used to." He shifted away and found himself looking back down to the ocean. For a moment he stood there silent, as if lost in thought. When his eyes finally drew back up to her he spoke with a devilish twist, "However, if my presence is tedious to you, I can make myself scarce."

His goal was to continue south anyway. He wasn't made for the North. Lingering in conversation with her was perhaps a waste of time. Even so, he found himself content to wait for her to tell him to leave. He didn't know her and perhaps she wanted to keep it that way. A part of him laughed at the idea, but he was a strange male approaching her. He didn't know how many stallions had tried to force their attention on her or how she might have felt about him being so near. He had never been the kind to sit and talk with strangers when he had places to go. Still, he waited in silence with an almost humorous glint in his pale eyes, as if he'd challenged her to a game and was waiting for her to take him up on that challenge.