Wave Mother | Kingston & Thadeus

It hadn't been long since he'd found himself with fins, instead of feathers. He was still in a state of shock, and he continued to assume he'd be for a long while. But already, it had started to effect him. While before, he spent a lot of time at the beach, taking stops to pray to Cascade and her gotto; right now his love for her consumed him in a state he'd never imagined. He'd cut off his wings, it wasn't hard to say he was religious, but now there was rarely a moment where he didn't thank her when he found it appropriate.

Her waters around the statue had become more well known in his past days than it had ever before.

The stallion held back, residing at the edge of the waters. Eyes closed, he looked relaxed, mindful of everything around him. Despite the looks, Kingston was busy replaying scenes in his head, lost in thought of everything in his life that was and had happened. There was far too much, even after it had happened, it was hard to swallow.

But now, more than ever, Kingston was thankful for Cascade.