Inspiration in strange places

Religiously the stallion came down to this point on the pier to wait for thunderstorms as they began to build. It was a strange magic that fascinated him, and although he'd taken away the mystery himself by deducting what it was that caused these strange reactions in the sky, he still enjoyed pretending it was as new and exciting as before. Spindle had a notepad sitting next to him and would, from time to time, dip his muzzle down towards the paper and write things that were probably quite illegible to both humans and fellow Serians alike. However, he could read his own writing, and had picked up the skill from his bonded.
He'd also picked up reading books from her, much to her surprise and slight dismay. She'd always been worried his bookworm ways would isolate him from the other Serians. It did, but that didn't matter. The endless realm of magic in his mind kept him more than happy. He wanted to understand the strange powers of this realm and others like it, there was an explanation for everything just waiting to be found if one tried hard enough.
Tossing the custom made writing utencil aside (a clever birthday gift), the young stallion seemed content to watch the brewing lightning behind the dark and heavy clouds. Silver tribal designs glittered off of his form, complimenting his mane which shimmered with the colours of the murky water only inches below. He felt like he belonged here, it was nice. Sounds from the shoreline brought one ear around, was someone approaching or had the winds sent something spiraling down the hill? It didn't matter, he was quite convinced whatever it was would want no business with him.
