The scent is too alluring, too strong, and too enticing. Abraham is drawn to it more than he has ever been drawn to anything. Gwyneverre leads the way, her compact body gliding easily on the wind of the night. Black and white legs, thick with power and muscle, ease the colt towards the Secret Grove. Upon his arrival, his mismatched eyes look up, and his mouth opens some in awe. The tree is larger than anything he has ever seen in his young life, and even Gwyneverre is amazed by its presence. A small spiral of white fire leaves her parted jaws as she flaps her wings hard to dart up into the tree's canopy.

Rustling leaves welcome her as she lands on a thin branch. More leaves rustle beneath her and she looks down, fiery eyes instantly lighting with happiness. Below her branch, her bondmate's twin is harvesting the fruit of the tree. Reginald! She screams, catching Abraham's full attention. The colt pulls his eyes away from the massive tree to narrow in on his white companion, easily detected in the silver moonlit night. "Brother?" Abraham asks skeptically, tail flicking some behind him as his oddly colored eyes look for his twin.

He finds him, and his body feels lighter. There is some type of relief in this meeting, and Abraham takes a trot to close the distance between him and his brother. "Reginald!" A trot turns into a canter for a few steps before Abraham slows. He is careful to close the final yards between him and his brother. Carefully, and like he had seen his father act towards his mother as well as his children, Abraham extends his muzzle to touch the point of his brother's shoulder. Months had passed since the twins had been side by side, and Abraham had much to tell his wombmate.

The young beast's face does not smile despite his excitement at finding his sibling, and after a moment of looking at his brother's steel grey, powerful body, he looks around the tree again. "What is this place?" Abraham steps forward again and looks up at Gwyneverre, only for the dragoness to swoop down from her branch and place a fruit at her bondmate's hooves. Eat. Gwyn's body vibrates with her excitement, and she looks up at blue and green eyes with fiery gems for just a second before turning and climbing up the trunk of the tree. Quizically, the child brute looks down at the fruit. It was round and smelled so intoxicatingly, and Abraham could not help but reach his head down and devour the red fruit.