He didn’t want to trouble her by prattling on during their journey - instead he made small conversation, introducing her to the different lands they crossed on their path southward. He lead her westward first, avoiding the bamboo forest directly to the south, through the Deep Forest and Thistle Meadow. After being told off in another language by one of the other mares, Mesec was doing his best to be as unthreatening as possible. It was his intention to steer her away from any harm. She had already been through alot and he was hoping to  make the transition as easy as possible. To her thanks, one of the few words they shared on their journey, his silver-lined features softened into an encouraging smile. “You’re very welcome.”

As they were approaching the Heart, she spoke up again and the excitement in her voice brought forth another smile. Silver eyes quickly were drawn to the warm beacon, all the more inviting for the cool Orangemoon night. “No, though we can stop there to take a look before we move on if you wish.” He angled towards the Heart, the heat of it caressing their bodies in the dark - orange light mingling with the pale white and silver of their bodies. They were so alike that for part of their journey, Mesec wondered if they were siblings. Dark thoughts laid down that pathway through - the consideration of whether his mother would actually send his replacement first as a herald of his death simply too much for him to think of - and he quickly removed the thoughts from his mind. Their similarities in colouration were nothing more than a coincidence and it was wrong of him to think such cruel things about the quiet mare by his side.

Stopping a few lengths away from the opening he gestured to the great fissure in front of them and explained what he could. “This is Helovia’s heart, a forever-burning fire. Beautiful, isn't it? There are some caves nearby but they’re better explored during the daylight - we can come back another day.” Again, if she wished. He would be happy to play tour guide for her in the daylight but for now, it might be best to move on to the Throat and get her settled so that she could properly rest in what he considered to be the safest place in all of Helovia.

Further south they continued until they came to the coast.  

Mesec certainly made it a habit to invite those back to the Throat that could not cross the water on their own. Well, unless she was particularly interested in swimming but he didn’t think so - certainly not in the dark. “We’ll have to wait here, for someone to come. My home is an island across the way - you can just make out the shoreline.” With the light of the moon and stars, the Throat was a pale line across the channel. “There’s a bridge that will take those without wings across, but I’m afraid I don’t have a key. I don’t expect that the pair of us will go unnoticed for very long.” They may both have black coats but they were glowing, after all.

He smiled at her then, soft and (hopefully) comforting. The white-etched mare had so much sadness resting on her and he just want to make this as easy as he could. He didn’t want to leave her stranded on this strange shore while he found someone that could help her cross the bridge so he asked Lucius to fly and find someone - Gaucho, Megaera, Ampere… anyone.

we'll go over the mountains and under the stars