Many things in life could be considered scary and for Sacre this was the furthest away from home he'd ever been, that was scary. At the same time, however, it filled his body with exhilaration and a nagging need to just keep travelling and not return. The sand was much nicer on his hooves than the cold snow, the sun much warmer and the sea sparkled like something from a distant dream. Why had he never been here before?! Just a glance and already it was becoming one of the colts favourite places. It was made even more special when he spotted the fellow upon a rocky cliff, his physical makeup intriguing on it's own and Sacre watched mouth agape as he weaved actions with his wings, the earth his orchestra. Having never before seen a God, the stained son didn't quite know what to think, maybe he was dreaming. No, surely not?!

He looked around at others, mouth still catching flies, as he took in the tiger horse with a surprised glance, his instincts becoming fraught and confused as to how to react to the creature. Yet, his gaze still wandered and fixed on the green maned hornless to the one winged pegasus, a ram horned mutt who looked similar to the being a'top the cliff. Finally glancing at the sun stricken bird horse who bled down one side. His mind was a little hazy trying to take it all in. Ears twitched to the equine and finally eyes widened as the words she spoke struck a spark in his mind. 'Father Earth'. King of soil and sky. A God!

Of course, what other being could conduct waves as such and meld melodies of pure beauty and joy, a Lord among Lords only. Sacre swallowed to wet his dry throat and wriggled around nervously. "Earth Lord" he timidly nodded his head, not knowing if the being would even notice he was there let alone hear him. The child wished to be recognized, but all the same, he wondered why a kingly being such as himself would bother with a small boy like him.

Nerves were already getting the better of him and soon he found standing still impossible and he shuffled around, not knowing quite what to do with himself as he listened to the beautiful music. He found himself wandering nearer to the bag carrying unicorn, the instincts hammered into him through his early months making him instinctively hover nearer his own species. Though the large brute himself looked rather scary.

He would remember this day and tell Roux of it later.

(Wishlist
[Item: A Red Arrow | Worn in his tail. Glows crimson whenever his twin is threatened or endangered.] )
"Talking"