Imagine the Seer's surprise when he finally caught up with his duties, enough that he could press them back in order to make time to help out with the Goddess' Quest, only to walk into a scene of chaos. Any smile that had been on his chiselled features had burned away with the sight of Tembovu's magmaphant charging toward the thorny thicket. A frown drew upon his features at the harsh words shared between King and Queen as his stomach knotted together in ways which drew his own bubbled anger and annoyance to the surface. He has to remember that this is not Thal'Sharah, the laws and mannerisms that are sewn into his skin and bones are not shared by those he now shares a land with.

Still he has gathered enough by the commotion the deer-creature has caused, what else could incite herd member to turn against herd member. This creature which tries to protect it's land when the patron Goddess has ordered it to go.  There's little he can do to stomp on the headache which has already began to throb within the confines of his skull.

Lapis hooves moved to take him to stand beside Erthe, ready to protect her should the mood change for the worse. How much worse could it go? Unless the thicket came alive and began to assault the gathered herd members, the more he thought about it, the more he thought so.


"The Lady has ordered the thicket to be removed." He murmured to his apprentice. "There are creatures in this world who would seek to manipulate and lie in order to preserve themselves. That includes appearing as something they are not." Truly, such a shadowed thicket of snared thorns and gnarled branches could not hide something so sweet and pure as the creature they saw before them. There had been a time long ago his land had been sundered by equines parading as everything they were not, and how many had chosen to ignore the signs and follow blindly on the illusions they had woven in order to divert the truth and dig their lies in deeper.

"Whatever creatures and manifestations that lurk within, have been judged by the Goddess and deemed unfit for this land." He made no attempt to move from his place as sentinel to the pale filly beside him, though he would not hesitate to wield his scythe like horns should the momentum continue to rise to a chaotic peak. "Whether you agree to it or not, you live in the lands owned by the Goddess, what lives and breathes within does so at her mercy. If you do not agree, then as our King put it, you may leave so that others who understand may press forward with the task at hand."