Another warm day had emerged from this Tallsun season. Blitzen didn't know exactly what and how this was for he didn't quite understand seasons. You see, in Winterseige, it had been quite different for Blitzen. There were no seasons and as the name suggests, this land was locked in winter year round.

In the process of living in this land, Blitzen grew to know the meaning of love, faith, hope... family. For five years Blitzen had come together with his soul and body to realize this. He had adjusted and unfortunately, he had not realized just how lucky he was to have such a family. He had just come to terms with himself that he had probably one of the best situations possible. Once he arrived here, he had lost it.

There was, perhaps, a bittersweet twist to this story. He had been brought to a place called the Windtossed Foothills by a stallion with the title of Solace. Blitzen had experienced strangely colored equines during his time here and he had experienced certain things that would drive some mad. He had learnt a lesson in all of this. It was to be grateful. He was indeed locked in a sorrow that he would never return to his true home, Winterseige.

But, he had found happiness in the fact that he had discovered bright and beautiful things such as the terrain of the Foothills. He had discovered flowers and rolling green hills filled with endless food and a home for protection. He was comfortable here and had shed his winter coat that he had always had during those cold tiles. Perhaps he could see this as a reward. And to add to it, there were endless possibilities to which he could find maybe a place reminiscent of home.

Blitzen was out once more, exploring the land of the Foothills and mapping out the terrain. The more he knew this place, the better his knowledge could broaden on the subject and topic of his home. Especially, to potential new members. Also, he was searching for a place of his 'own'. More of a sense of security strategy than anything. If he had a claim to just a certain spot in this crazy world, maybe he would begin to feel more at home.

He easily scaled the rocky slopes of the hillsides belonging to this green land. The rush of the water coming from the river below still rung in his ears and the scent of the mountains was beginning to fill his curved roman-nosed nostrils. However, so was another scent.

It was familiar but Blitzen couldn't exactly pinpoint the source of where he had smelt it. It was a recent smell and it was of an individual. Stallion, of course. The image and color of green flashed into his mind. "Solace."

Comet was already on it. The griffon was curious himself as he had also caught a whiff of the original scent. The griffon leaped from Blitzen's back and took to the skies, rapidly gaining elevation. He circled above in the cloudy skies, gaining a bird's eye view. "A dark figure approaching."


Blitzen huffed and his beard began to bob as his maw opened to call out. "Forgive me if I am wrong, brother. Pray, do tell, you are Solace? The one that brought me and Comet here?"
A smile played across the gentle giant's face.

@[Solace]

"Blitzen Talk"

"Blitzen Thoughts"

"Comet"