Though OrangeMoon meant a cool breeze blew over the lands during the day, the beastly steed preferred to travel when the Sun had said its colourful farewell on the western horizon and given leave for the Moon to reign above. Thick hair coated the stallion's body - it was little wonder, really, why he travelled at night only - to keep his hulking mass from overheating, as it was wont to do in the midst of TallSun on even the most mild of nights. And since he had apparently caught the travelling bug, he had to develop a preference; thus, his preference was to wander when the Moon rose to illuminate his way with her muted tones and silver linings. He wasn't a worshipper of any particular deity - but he did prefer the weather that the Moon Goddess proffered.

He might have wondered why he was travelling so far east - so far in fact, that he found himself in familiar woods. I've been here before, the wayward thought trickled through his mind as he considered each timber and footfall with care. Orangemoon was a season of change, and when the world changed, anything could happen - had the Gods not just proven that with their restructure of the realm they all lived in?

Movement was a common occurrence - Grimalkin had figured out long ago that that Threshold was the main section of Helovia that wanderers from outside realms officially entered the lands. It was how he had entered, was it not? So for the most part, he ignored the lost seeking refuge, or the new seeking information - an heartless act perhaps, but he didn't have a care or the time to deal with them. He just didn't give a damn about anyone but himself in this moment. Was it selfish? Definitely. But he wasn't about to change his ways even after identifying that fact to himself.

That was when he saw her movement. Emeraldine pools glimmered under the moonlight as he peered through the changing foliage to watch her movements, this creature of the night whose bodice seemed to play with the moonlight in the most tantalising way. The roguish brute allowed a smirk to darken his lips as he thought unsavoury things about the delicate create he was watching prance about, clearly enveloped in her own world of fantasy and happiness - oh, how he could ruin it all; or perhaps, alternatively, how he could improve it all for her. When she giggled, it was as if she was laughing along with his own internal monologue, and so he rumbled a low, guttural laughter in response, pressing his hulking mass through the branches to reveal himself with a low whickering greeting.

"You move like the moonlight," his accented tones hummed softly. "It is a shame to see you stand still," he added as he noted her fatigued state with his own sharp mind - clearly not all were as suited to this night-time travel as he.

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