The stallion grazed along the glowing room in silence. Casually leaning upon his flank and pitching his gaze upon the cold earth below, he couldn't help but find himself getting much more accustomed to these stone havens. They were very peaceful, blissful places meant for the safety of those who treaded within them. A sigh tumbled from his lips as he paused from his feeding. Although these places were welcoming and shelters from the dark, dark, world he knew if the herds remained within these closed stone walls they all would become mad. Already the routine of opening their eyes and looking upon a dim ceiling of stone was angering them all. Many acclaimed it was a cell, a prison to keep them from the true world out there. Somehow, Farenjer rather agreed with these boisterous people but also disagreed. They all could easily tread to the surface and greet their helovian land as they keep claiming they will do. Though, Farnejer wasn't too sure that Helovia would greet them back. A shudder ran along his neck as he stood in solitude. "I hope these creatures are long gone now..." A small frown turned his lips down.

As he motioned to graze once more on the soft vegetation with the Glowing chamber, a darkish tone of a call came within the stone hollow. “The Time God has granted us permission" Almost immediately one man slid within his mind because Farenjer knew only one man who had this darkish tone. Deimos. The artisan lifted his head and began to tread forward. Lean muscles rippled beneath a dark coat, pail ghostly eyes flickered forward as he stretched his neck towards the small framework of the passage to the Crystal hallways. A glimmer of hope beamed off his eyes as he could only guess why the Basin Lord had been in attempt to round up all the basiners. Its time to go home... Ominous yet anxious words dripped into his mind. Farenjer continued passing the glass and crystalized walls until he found the space where several unicorns lied, including the reaper who stood tall and looking upon those who had come now. Immediately Farenjer's eyes seemed to wander on the prestigious Arah. With her daughter by her side, Arwen. As he slowly began withdrawing towards the meeting he noticed a very large stallion who approached with a strange atmosphere. Farenjer narrowed his eyes as he observed this snowy unicorn, with crimson mane and tail, a unique horn stood upon his cranium. Curled and husky. Scarlet stich like markings cascaded upon his large body, and a pair of yellow eyes that looked serious. The stallion had a bitter taste left in his mouth as he looked away from the tall unicorn. Crossing over towards another stallion who Farenjer could easily recognize as Déodat. With a bay figure and unique white spot splashed upon his back. There was a small creature by him that Farenjer could not recognize as anything he'd seen. It looked like it had definitely just been born. The artisan was rather curious on the white creature but looked away and approached Deimos.

Farenjer halted before the reaper and tilted his head in a mannerly greeting. Before withdrawing towards a place nestled near the antlered mare and her small filly. He spoke under his breath "Hello Arah, hello Arwen..." Silently he looked at them then back upon Deimos. The muscles in his legs twitched as he was anxious to return to the snowy valley. Longing now for the hot relaxing springs, the hollowed caves stood at the foot of the mountains, the mysterious large mirror that few understood, the refreshing center lake that stood as a source of energy and life. Briefly he closed his eyes and thought of treading through that narrow passage into the basin. His eyelids then lifted and patiently he waited for the rest or anyone else who would come now. His ears crept with the silence of the room as they all waited for a sign of more or unspoken words of the lord.

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