There was always something about the Steppe that left Sacre feeling breathless, like he was a newborn again chasing Roux in drifts; their minds never lingered long on one game. Like any young colt, he chased after what he wanted with no hesitation or fear, but with the innocence of a child who knew nothing of limitation. He was still very young now, but these days he felt like the world had shown him reality and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, it made him push it away and cling onto his childhood. He let the old memories consume him and cast his head to the wind that breezily loitered atop the mountain, letting out a giddy giggle. Whilst many got lost in their grief and sorrow, Sacre soldiered on with buoyant flair and a bouncy step. He was returning back to where he was born and although there was a lot of apprehension swirling around his mind, there was also a great deal of excitement to visit somewhere that still meant a great deal.

From memory, the colt lead on to where he remembered the entrance being, somewhere a narrow pass should appear and once you travelled down it, one would find themselves at the heart of the Basin. However, with a tug of the heart strings, Sacre realized that he wouldn’t be able to simply walk in anymore, this wasn’t his home and he no longer belonged in the Time Lord’s territory. Finding the path, the boy followed it with familiar steps, the scents that filled his nasals were well-known and Sacre might have lost himself and continued in like old times if it wasn’t for a rather large machine.

Hooves slammed to a halt and a shocked snort burst from his nostrils. ”This wasn’t here before?!” He complained to Inari who stopped by his bonded’s side and looked at the artificial horse with equal puzzlement. Mechanisms ran within it and Sacre almost felt intimidated under its gaze. Not wanting to anger the giant thing nor fail in his task, Sacre called from his position just outside the Basin territory. "Father?" He called hopefully, part of him wanted to shout the name of his twin too, but he was here to bargain not to reminisce and he steeled himself from uttering his brother’s name. "We come on behalf of the Dragons Throat and seek audience with those of influence."

He announced their intentions and then waited.

(Sacre is here to ask a favour! We would like to exchange crafted items, the Dragons Throat offers metal crafting in exchange for an item made by one of your Basin crafters!
@[Alija] @[Voodoo] @[Tandavi] )

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