The pair moved up this hillside once more, the breeze playing with them as they walked and glided along. Solomon, in his growing body, kept afloat on gentle, warm currents. He would rise far above Argen before dropping his outer wing slightly and creeping back level with his bonded's shoulder. His lightning eyes were bright and expressive, though growing more stoic with age. His reptilian face was less childish, and his barbs and horns looked incredibly lethal with the right angle. His body was filled out, his belly full and ready to spew fire and unleash hell on his enemies. But, the generally amiable and level-headed dragon was not looking for a fight.

Not like Argen, anyway.

The young stallion's mind was swimming with frustration. His striped hooves struck the snowy hillside with a little more than a drop of disdain. He did not understand why he had not run across his father yet. Surely, the King of Thieves would not be hiding his face among the mist. But that seemed to be the case, and Argen was seething. He needed to find the beast, his father, to fulfill the burning in his young breast. And this Helovia was the last known place Argen had heard the stallion to be.

Argen. Ahead. White hair like you. Solomon sent through their bond, flapping down with powerful, bronze wings to gain speed as he approached the mare in the distance. A trill sounded towards her, light and airy on the mild Tallsun breeze. The sun made the dragon's scales shimmer elegantly, looking quite majestic and powerful as he flew towards the other winged creature. Argen's ears flicked forward and he lifted his head, extending his trot to catch up with his companion. He gritted his teeth, somewhat annoyed by his bonded's extroverted nature. Solomon was always one to greet others warmly, even if Argen was not in the mood for company.

When his amber eyes hit the mare, however, he slowed some. She was thin--her ribs easily visible in the stark light--and a flash of worry jumped across the brute's features. Snorting, his brows furrowed. Finally, when the distance between them was but a handful of yards, Argen stopped. He turned his body to the side some, inviting the mare to conversation with him in a peaceful manner. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked, dull blonde tail flicking behind him curiously. Solomon dropped onto this bondmate's back, looking towards the pegasus with a toothy, gentle grin.