Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.

The last time he had been to the fields in the heavens, his mind had been steeped in sorrow of the losses of his past. Now, he was content with undercurrent of sadness in his soul. It was strange, to not have rage or despair lingering just beyond the forefront of his thoughts… Instead, ideas of leadership floated in the calm seas of his mind. Perhaps it was the calm before the storm… but, given that this ease of being was a rarity, he chose so simply enjoy his steep walk to the Field.

One reaching level ground, he found that he was not nearly as winded as his last expedition up the hill. The thought was satisfying— his recent sparring and condition was returning the stamina and mass to this already hulking body. Though his thick, black nostrils still flared and sweat still darkened his neck and haunches, turning the buckskin dark brown. Cobalt eyes scan the drying grasses, a cursory look of habit as he didn’t truly expect to see any others up here. The path up the hill was steep, even if the view was worth it—

His scanning eyes arrested on not one, but two other equines. Ears perk in recognition of both— one was the winged daughter of Elsa and the other was the lovely Brisa. His face clouds at their last encounter, with Whisper giving birth and bringing all their demons to haunt them. But curiosity quickly swept such shadows away— for both mares were surrounding some red, spherical object. Brisa was wrapped around it, while Auriel eyed it with the same curiosity that tickled himself.

Sweeping strides brought him at a brisk walk to them, perked ears catching the end of Brisa’s words while straining eyes see thin fissures in the orb (the egg?). How many strange things the Elephant did not know of Helovia (was he really fit to rule, then? Doubt, not for the first time, drifted through him). Though the bright curiosity was good for quelling such dark thoughts.

“Hello, Brisa. You look well,” his low voice rumbles softly, pleasantly to the beautifully silver mare, eyes warm in his small, lopsided smile. Turning towards the winged Protector of the herd, he dipped his horn slightly in greeting, “Auriel.”

His attention returned back to the egg, eyes alight with interest, “I did not know companions come from eggs. Do you know what it will be?” deep tones are intrigued as he bites off the multitude of questions that bubble in his large skull. (Where did you get the egg? Are they all like this?)