Anxiety bubbled within him, spreading to his nervous system. It was a troubling thing, continuing with the bold stance despite his pounding heart. His eyes wishing to shift away, look down or somewhere to avoid looking directly at the broad stallion and the mare. Despite excelling in the area of fighting, Phoenix wished for once instead of teaching a spar, that someone would teach him some key points on social interactions. A grin played upon his maw, but he looked at the mare, and she seemed somewhat uneasy. It was something the stallion could relate to, but the lovely femme didn't seem unsettled because of anxiety or anything like that.

Taking a delicate step back, feeling the soft brush of a wall gently prod his rump, the palomino tried to not be a disturbance, moving out of the way. Burning heat washed over his face, a sensation of pure embarrassment as he carefully stepped to the side. The darkness envelops the bodices of the three horses, and in the dim light that softly shines from the boundaries of the world outside outlines tiny beads of sweat upon the flank of the woman. A half heart smile appears on his face, but emerald orbs give away much emotion of discomfort. She wasn't alone in this ordeal. The curvature of her elegant nape gleamed with a sheen as silvery pools shifted around the place. It was as if someone was speaking to her, a spirit of some sorts.

Shaking off the feeling, the palomino averted his gaze to the sun-kissed stallion, known as Hector. A smile arose on his maw, one of a boy that had found a new friend. Dipping his head, his kissers clamped shut once more, reverting to a normal gaze. Lifting back up to meet his fellow herd mate, the response was brief but still filled with confidence. "Well met, brother", the word felt strange on his tongue, as Phoenix had never referred to anyone like that. But it could be the beginning of the anxious palomino warming up to the concept of a family. Fiery orbs seemed to fixate themselves in a serious manner upon the lithe form of the smaller mare, and Phoenix decided to get a better look for himself.

Taut legs wobbled slightly as he craned his neck, emerald orbs caught the lithe figure of the femme, sizing her up. A pretty little thing, but oh so nervous. Hector's voice reverberated through the tunnels, and the palomino felt he had caught a glimpse of some sort of emotion laced within the rigid movements of the man. They were Pegasi, creatures created for the heavens. It was no doubt they both shared the same attitude, the yearning for freedom to be out of the constricting cage of the tunnels. He thirsted for the feeling of the frigid wind playing among his feathers, coaxing him to head higher into the sky until a fiery bodice was an orange speck in the blue atmosphere. Phoenix knew that they both lusted to be freed from the prison that was supposed to be a haven.

Audits pricked up with interest, hearing what Hector had to say. Falling silent besides him, the sun-kissed stallion had basically described the prospect of what the Dragon's Throat was. Unless the chocolate wanderer inquired more on what Helovia was like, he would stay quiet and tune in. There would come a turn where he would offer a valuable piece of conversation--he just had to know when to jump in.


//So I know I screwed everything up. >.< Ugh. But anyways, I posted before Morana, so after Hector posts, Phoenix will know Morana's name and all of that lovely stuff~