]The eerie stallion started towards a large fire pit that was in the middle of the of the patches of grass in the Basin. He was bored and needed something to do so the ghostly stag decided to clean up the fire pit he had been using. Nox snapped the permafrost underneath his weight, but the warmth of Birdsong was starting to show its face and he happily flicked his tail as he started moving the heavy stones that kept the fire from spreading from his dirt pit. As he moved the stones over he thought it would be nice to be in the company of someone, but he enjoyed being alone as of right now. When he finished rolling the first stone to the edge of the woods he began with the next one, there was about twenty more heavy stones  that had to be moved before he could clean out the ashes and the burnt logs. His muzzle was soon cover in ash and soot, but the white ash was the only thing viable on the black stag giving him a white milk mustache that was not noticed by himself but that could be noticed by others.

He stood near the half cleared pit and took a breather as he hung his head low to smell the last bit of the winter. Smoke form a fire was the most common smell in the Basin to him because you had to stand near one to stay warm in the nights. All of that was going away and he would spend his first season of Birdsong in Helovia and he was actually happy about it. His gray dead eyes looked around him to see the mountains that trapped him in here like a prisoner. Or did it barricade the other deadly creatures out of the Basin. He wasn't for sure but he did plan to go out and adventure around a bit when he got a chance, but back to reality. The voices in his head talked to him in Latin tones and he just listened to  what they had to say about life right now. He started pushing out the rocks with his large crowned horns varnishing the small emerald with soot and ash. When all the stones were finally pushed out away from the pit he then had the task of getying them all back to the woods again. He took another small break with the ask milk mustache still over his muzzle."I wonder if there is any one around here..."" He questioned softly talking back to his voices in his head. He kinda hoped that no one was around so he could enjoy his time alone and catch up with the voices while they were not screaming at him to kill someone. He flicked his thick black tresses over the rocks to clean off some of the ash before he would start moving it again towards the wooded area where other rocks were.


OOC:: This is for Mortuus to meet
@Enn and learn a bit about mending while cleaning up a few fire pits in the Basin