He had been foolish all these years, reckless, an evil killing machine without even a second thought. The countless blood he has spilled in wars, the deaths that have come from his cannon fire, or from a swing of his blade. The black knight thought about his past for a moment, while looking upon the silver stallion that stood before him. Before the time he spent in the woodlands, he would have gladly spilled the blood of any equine he stumbled upon. And now look at him; he has followers, a kinship in the hornless filth he used to so horribly hate. The knight dipped his head slightly, arching his painted neck in thought. Was it time to change, and retire the thoughts of bloodshed and racism that he had become so custom too? It would be a hard change for Nato; but holding his tongue would just be the half of it. I’ve Missed you. His daughter’s voice was gentle to his ears; she did not turn and bite nor lash out at him for his absence. Grateful for her acceptance, he reached down and nudged her shoulder. Adjusting his head to look at her as she called him old; audits pinned back against his midnight crown as he snickered at her. Had their relationship been more stable, and not just reunited he would have placed a spiteful yet light nip to her nose. He didn’t need the constant reminder that he was aging like a spring turkey. Matter of fact, in his mind he was still this gallant warrior in shining armor- till he had to run for a long distance- screw that.

A deep snort erupted through his nostrils as he turned and looked at Lace, glad he was patient in this most awkward of times. He did remember his daughter, as well he should the last Herd meeting he had called with the kin, Nyx was prancing around her mother’s legs. A nod was given to the silver knights’ statement of never seeing him again. After all they had been through, who would have thought they would even be standing here today. Instead of reaching out to touch Lace as Nyx did, he instead stood still with a bob of his head in agreement. "Nor I you Lace." He breathed, lobes fixed on the silver stallion as he continued. It was true the Tides had seen their fate coming long before it did. Wars and Invasions have done nothing but blur together in his mind over the years. "I always thought it would be the Wars and Invasions that were the end of Isilme; Seems the Gods had other plans." He said regretfully, as he turned and looked at Nyx for a moment. It was almost painful to look at her- because she beams of her mother. But she was not, and he would have to just get over the fact- Querida is gone and never coming back. Yes and no.

Lace’s voice snapped him back to attention as he addressed the former question. Helovia he called this place- and we were standing in the Threshold. Crimson eyes rested upon the amber pools of Lace. He heard sounded nice- but then he said a name. Mirage; surely not the same obsidian vixen that lived within the Forest? Perhaps it was someone different. They had only met a few times but he knew who she was and his mother often spoke highly of the equine mare. Names are common- perhaps it’s just someone else. No he had to know… was he speaking of the daughter of Voraer and Anei? He would wait to question the stallion though, until a better time. Would this ‘Worlds Edge’ be lead by the equine wench from that bastard stallion? Although, he would never tell anyone that he too was once just equine. Thank you, good old Tome Guardian, for the blessing of magic- that suddenly no longer works! Maybe there was a place around here, where he could go question why it had stopped- perhaps it came with age and he was just running out of juice.

Crimson pools fell upon his daughter as if to see what she thought of this extended offer of shelter upon Worlds Edge. "If it’s alright with Lace" He paused and looked back to the stallion. "We’d be happy to accompany you home." As he finished, Nyx brought up a good point. Again, causing his thoughts to turn back on that lingering name echoing in his mind, had the obsidian mare survived the end of Isilme? He was unsure of how things changed for her- or where she stood in perspective on race. Intrigued more now than ever, he just couldn’t help himself; lips parted: "I knew your Lady" He said bluntly, doing the best to avoid the fact his past wasn’t the best of times. Her father, Voraer had more impact on Nato’s life than that of his own Father. He ruled as Duke under him for a long while, before receding to becoming an outcast; then to the Woodlands. Their encounters were short- and he does not recall any hostility given to the mare. However, what would she think of him now? "Not so sure she would remember me now." He breathed, smirking a little at the edge of his lips. "But I’d like to find out." He silenced, turned to the alabaster dragon in recognition. Adorable little flamethrower, loaded with sharp teeth and happy endings; Nato chuckled and spoke to the dragon sensing his daughters unease; "Greetings to you as well, elder." He called them elders, because their kind have long outlived other worlds and they all deserved respect.