It had been well over a year since the last time Mesec attended a herd meeting and it felt strange to be stirred and feel the desire to attend. This time he could join in a meeting and not feel the need to stand on the outskirts, afraid that something might bring out the literal monster within him. Aviya’s death was still a fresh wound the last time he had stood among his herd mates in the Throat.

Now he bore new wounds, now he was kept awake by thoughts of what he had done instead of what he might do.

But, also, now he was not alone.

It was a dreary day in the Edge by all accounts - the misty rain and fog transformed everything into various shades of grey but the violet tent that the call had come from still stood out and Mesec could see other forms drifting toward it. He looked down to the twins and smiled to them. “You can go play if you want, but I’m going to go see what this is about.” They were welcome to come, as well, but he wasn’t sure if they had any interest in standing around at meetings. There may be other foals there, sure, but Mesec didn’t want them to feel obligated. “... Just stay away from the cliff edges in this fog.” He added with concern before walking toward the slowly building crowd.

He found a spot near the edges but only realized that Roskuld was standing on the other edge when the winged mare next to Tembovu, presumably the queen, started talking.

This wasn’t just an ordinary meeting, it was the start of a search party. For two missing members. Mesec hadn’t known Mauja was even here in the Edge and now he was hearing that the Frozen Light was missing and it sent chills throughout his body.

A small disruption from the other side of the crowd signaled that Ros had left in a flurry - was she friends with Mauja too?

He wanted to take off after her but Mesec lingered instead, knowing that he wasn’t untethered enough to just run out of the Edge without making sure his children were being watched after. And there was a sense of duty to Tembovu as well, the kind king that had welcomed him and his family, to do whatever he could to help to find young Kianzo as well as Mauja. “Tembovu, do you know where your son was last seen?” Mesec asked curiously, drifting forward a few steps from where he had lingered on the edges of the tent so he might be more easily heard. Helovia was vast, and a single clue might help find those that were missing.