The bronze brute had managed to catch the suns final rays from his perch on the porcelain cliffs of his western home. It was his favorite time of day now that he did not have to fret the suns decent and the coming of moontide; Since discovering his lanterns secret he could again see through the night like he had as a colt before his night vision was snatched away. All he had to do was chant a praise to the heavens, dedicating his awe to the sun god with the salute in his elvish mother-tongue - Aiya was the word, and Hail was its meaning. Hail to the sun god, the lord of the colours he saw every sunset and sunrise, the lord of light, the lord of healing.
All that remained on the horizon by now was a sliver of the Sol, his streaks of gold mixing with dusks purples and blues. The moon had taken her place, her frigid colours dominating the sky. 

Turning his ashen nares from the oceanic duskscape, Tilney tread back into the woods and into blindness. This blackness though was a simple fix.
 "Aiya!" the flaxen bellowed, eyes closed and maw pulled wide in a smile as he felt the air tremble under the wake of the small flame erupting in his lantern. Opening his verdant gaze to the woods, Tilney proudly looked over each tree he could not see before his trusty candle was lit. Its light sliced through Orangemoons mist, alerting owls and attracting moths. 
While Tilney felt quite settled at the Edge he was yet to begin his duties as a nurse. He simply could not wait to begin his training and learn the ins and outs of a physicians role. 

Perhaps I might pay the doctors a visit? was his first thought as his marble clefts thread him around trees and past fellow edge citizens. Yes, before settling under his usual tree for the night he would introduce himself to the unnamed Edgers who were to take him under apprenticeship and show him the ropes. With frostfall approaching, his summers adventures had come to a close. it was time to settle down for the cold coming winter and really be a part of the herd. 

Tip-toeing between each trunk, Tilney made the swift journey towards the greenhouses where he hoped to find the Moon Doctors, but made a stop at the tree he had claimed. Reaching up to a small hollow, he took in his mouth the various exotic herbs and flowers he had gathered on his travels; he had wanted to inspect them for healing properties but only under the supervision of someone much more experienced then he. He would bring the flora as a gift, and hoped the doctors would approve. His mouth perhaps was not the most ideal place to store these unidentified shoots, leaves and petals, and so he quickly tucked them in the folds of his green cloaks hood, just under the collar.

The trek to the greenhouses did not take him long at all; he was there in only a few minutes at a canter. Tilneys green gaze searched the gardens for the presence of a doctor, nurse, anyone? No life was to be seen, and only the soft throaty croak of frogs was heard over the crashes of distant waves. Creeping slowly into the greenhouse, Tilney found an empty space on a shelf among odd concoctions and placed his gift of exotic fauna where he hoped it would be found. Oh well, at least they'll get my gift! was his thoughts as he began his exit through the garden.

OOC; 
Wardrobe; His green cloak and lions mane collar.