”Party!”

The words exploded in Sacre’s minds and bounced around enough for him to wince at his bonded’s wild buoyant cry. There was to be a festival and it would be an understatement to say that Inari was excited. Sacre too felt a fluttering in his heart at the thought of carefree merriment and the forming new friendships in a celebration of the sun. The pair thrived off social interaction and the chance to touch friendly souls in a way that spoke family and joy. He hoped Roux had got the invite and would come, Sacre hadn’t seen his brother in so long, but his arrow hadn’t glowed even once which meant his twin had not seen danger in his absence. This was enough to settle his heart, but not enough to stop the dull pain that would always fill his chest whilst his sibling did not remain by his side. Were they not meant to roam this world together? A two horse band causing mischief and meddling in business that was not their own, that was the life Sacre had dreamed when he left the Basin in hopes of more and what he had found was not what he had sought, but was equally as fulfilling. The dry sand rolled in the wind and clung to his fur, the scent of home filled his nostrils and he nodded once to himself. ”Yes”, the thought echoed through his head, he was meant to be born in the snowy north, but he was also meant to travel here, into the warm embrace of the Sun Lords land. At least, he felt that here was where he was supposed to be right now in this moment and this time in his life, this was absolute.

Taking in the complete delight of the present he lived, Sacre cantered off with Inari by his side, heading for the site where holes needed digging for the bonfires to be made. Upon his speedy arrival a familiar figure entered his view, though she resembled more of the dirt on the ground than the usual rustic bay he knew quite well. "Meg!" He shouted happily as he beamed a smile at her, it seemed they were to keep meeting like this and he enjoyed her company every time. "Let me lend you a hoof" as soon as the words left his mouth, two cloven appendages aimed for a nice looking spot on the ground and dug into the earth with as much force as he could. Sacre continued to repeat this process and Inari soon joined in, planting his rear legs into the ground as he dug with his forepaws.

The work was tiring and soon the colt had a similar appearance to the mare he was labouring with. Now and then he would pause to catch his breath, it was in one of these moments he cast a glance to Meg "are you looking forward to the celebrations? I know I am!" he laughed with excitement as folds of unruly black hair began to stick to his sweaty body.

@[Megaera]