Farenjer

It is time. Time to withdraw from the reaches of the Sanctuary. To pour from its caves in swelling numbers and to be pulled in by the chilling winds and the frozen soils to the North. Home as the unicorns claimed it to be. Where the frosted tundra met with his hooves, the crafter was closer to where he belonged. Icy winds bit at his wintery coat, and it brushed his dark mane across his face. He chuckled silently. "It seems that the snow welcomes me back." An amused mutter came from his lips and he looked ahead with an anxious gaze. Treading along the frozen soils he followed behind silently, much more ahead was Déodat. Who Farenjer had been with before at the Basin meeting back within the crystal caves of the Sanctuary. Sharing information back and forth with the handful who had arrived.

Farenjer steps within the Basin along with the accompany of other unicorns. Icy orbs rake along the handful who had followed Deimos and Illynx before he had reached the meeting. Lena and Déodat stood side by side. A man Farenjer had seen much around the Basin before but never actually met or knew, stood there as well. All familiar faces were here. Hopefully the others will follow soon. He thoughts privately.

The stallion silently stands, his ears rotated forward in attention. Watching Deimos as he spoke, welcoming them all back home. Excitement surges through Farenjer as the Basin's lady begins to announce. The mare begins with the introduction of how they survived other dark hours as well. A shudder ran along his neck, remembering how the land's light curled into a sudden darkness, the plants were shriveled and broken off, the cold increased, and how they couldn't even have the moon and starlight to see through this evil. It was a very dark time for him, as he had the shadows dance around him as if he were their horrid king. Farenjer shook his head a little in distaste as he continued to listen to Illynx. Now to the tournament discussion. The stallion lifted his head up in curiosity on who would now claim the rank of General. She announced it would be Torleik. Farenjer slowly turned his head over to the dark pelt of the familiar stallion. A mystical owl gryphon stood by his side. He turned towards the crafter and the fellow unicorns among him. The newly crowned general began to speak with deep vocals. Farenjer listened intently to the proud stallion's speech and he nodded his head in honor of the general and spoke up "Congratulations." A small grin lit his dark face as he spoke to Torleik.

Farenjer looked upon Déodat, who spoke few words for his rank, and dipped his head after to the lord and the lady. The crafter gave a little nod and thought. Amen. Illynx continued to speak to her people about the new men among the higher ranks, starting with the crafting tier. For the first time in a while, the stallion gulped as she spoke about Crowley's step down. "While he can never be replaced, we have welcomed his assistant, Farenjer, and the machinist, Ulrik, as our new cloth makers." The new weaver grinned even more as the invitation was announced and he dipped his head with respects towards her greetings words. It was exciting to think of such new doors that were opened for him now, and alongside him on top of the crafting tier would be Ulrik. It was rather dizzy feeling, thinking of working alongside the great unicorn. Farenjer had looked up to him as a role model for when he worked on his threads, even if the dark coated stallion preferred his iron works and machines.

She continued to announce of D'artagnan and a nurse, Kou's absence. Ah, the Time Mender. He remember that the same man had invited him with open arms to the Basin as he had arrived within the Threshold. He remembered when the unicorn was called a "brother" for once in his life. It was warming, inviting, and so he had followed this man to the North and within the confinements of the mountains. To this day he still never regretted his choice. It was good to hear that the Time Mender would be returning to his position among their ranks. Farenjer continued to press his ears forth in hard listening. Haruspex is open for all... Tangere among the healers now.... He blinked as Illynx spoke of the Time God, preserving their dear home in their absence. His tail swept the frozen soils with excitement. Perhaps that bundle of cotton he had arranged within the corner of his den was still lying there. It was not a waste of time after all... Then to the projects. Yes, the statues. A lot of work they were going to be to make, but with the help of Ulrik who worked with metals, and the volunteers from the other ranks to work with the statues, they were sure to have it done in under a couple of seasons. But art took time, especially useful art like the progressing statues...

After Illynx had finished, Lena spoke up “Congratulations everyone!” Farenjer dipped his head towards her warmly and smiled. He spoke "It is my honor to be with the crafting tier as one of the leaders." All my work has paid off. He thought eagerly, stepping back within the arrived unicorns and looking up to the leaders with a warm gleam in his icy orbs.