These days, Sacre was more or less confining himself to one corner or another, the Sanctuary stifling in it's crowdedness, but much better than what lay out there. His reason, however, was that he was now no longer alone, he carried something that had become very valuable to him over the days, but difficult to carry. Not without jaw ache that was. He moved carefully, slowly and at short distances, watching strangers eyes and carefully placing his beloved treasure in strategic places so he could always see it. He often found himself talking to Roux, even though he wasn't there, the arrow that was neatly tied into his tail had now become the embodiment of his twin. Sacre told crimson missile many things, from random thoughts to his most darkest worries, it soothed his lonely ache when they were apart to know that he was connected to his twin in some way, even if it was only to let him know when his sibling was in danger. Sacre prayed every day that it's smooth, red feathers didn't stain the walls with an ominous glow.

The boy was slowly becoming accustomed to the lack of light, fair to say however, that the flower the Moon Goddess gave to him was a little worse for wear in the shrouded darkness and wilted, still tied to his mane. Sacre never removed it, intended to return it to her one day, no matter what state it was in.

Today he decided to explore a different side of the many caves, branching off from the main sanctuary, walking along the hard floor until it became spongy with moss, lips firmly holding his treasure in place until the room opened up into room full of marvellous trees and spectacular glowing leaves! Awed, Sacre carefully placed his egg behind a firm looking boulder, "wait here" he murmured to it, like in the next few minutes it was going to sprout legs and runaway from him. As all eggs do. Confident that he knew exactly where he'd left it, the colt walked further into the room, taking in his surroundings with wide eyes until he turned to look at what or who it was that was making all the noise.

Another colt, younger than himself, was charging around after a stone and seemingly in a world of his own. His grey tones blurring into one as his impressive body bolted after it, hooves skittering this way and that in a scene that looked like so much fun. A wide, boyish grin exploded across Sacre's dark features and he laughed gleefully before eyeing another colt, who stood rather reserved in his observation of the joyous picture. This one had two horns and wings! Like the Earth God, but this child looked a world different with not nearly as much presence as his Majesty, Lord Earth had. Still, the child was an enigma and a sight to see, but his words were rather disappointing on the ears of an adventurer like Sacre. "then they should lighten up a bit, wouldn't you say?" He asked, his face a picture of child like mischief, always the one to taunt, but his intentions were sincere. The more players, the merrier the game.

He took his moment then to enter into the grey's game, who was equally adorned in an impressive dark crown, quickly bending down in hopes to nudge the stone towards the colt who had started the frivolities, then trotting off across the room with a twinkle in his eye. Hoping his horned brother would play along, and the intriguing hybrid would step off the sidelines to join in. After all, a game was much more fun when there were more parties involved.