"Gwyn, what is this place?" He asked the serpent as they approached. She glided overhead, sending flashes of images to him of the structure. He did not know why he asked her, for her young mind only knew as much as his did as far as the regions of Helovia were concerned. A light trill left her lips, still stained a darling shade of crimson from her afternoon meal or the fat vermin that were still waking from their winter sleep, and she landed on a boulder near the stream that cut through the thick of the trees. Abraham continued to trot until he came to the water's edge. The brook was fat and moving quickly with the breadth of melting snow. This winter seemed to be breaking quickly, the afternoons reaching temperatures that could compare to the season in which Abraham was born. Taking a few moments to stand still and collect the sounds around him, black ears swivelling gallantly atop his crown, Abraham decided his resting place was safe. Breathing out as he bent down, the youngling filled his belly with the crisp, cold, icy water. His tail flicked gently behind him, being stroked by the soft breeze that danced between the thick, ancient trunks of the forest surrounding him.

With his fill set, the prince set on. He was searching for his brother, and knew his liking to the forests of Helovia. Gwyneverre lifted her growing body off the boulder to take to gliding again, her fiery eyes dancing around the tall features of the Rotunda. Stepping through the creek, Abraham set towards the building. He had never seen anything like it before, and never ventured here in his colthood with any of his family. It was just outside of their meadow, but it was still foreign to him; even on his journey to the ocean, where he was gifted Gwyn, he did not see this great creation. His curiosity was sparked by this featurette before him upon which his bihued eyes had never cast their sideways glance. Abraham climbed into the heart of the construction, looking up in awe at the pillars and glass. Gwyn flew to the top, landed, and explored. The dark prince could hear her lethal claws clicking at the stone as she walked on the roof, but still his eyes danced over the intricacy and beauty of this place.

It was nearly silent, just the sounds of the winds running between the trees, the sporadic chirps and trills of birds, and Gwyneverre's claws clicking to match the sound of Abraham's hooves clicking along the stone gave life to this place of immobility.