The journey from the Edge to the Throat has never felt longer to the bull-horned boy, nor has it ever felt more important. The colt's heart hammers in his chest as he crosses Helovia in tandem with his sister, his mind thrumming through a thousand different possible outcomes of this move. Although he is convinced that it is the correct course of action for himself and his twin to move to the Throat, that doesn't mean Arakh is a hundred percent certain that he is doing the right thing. So much could go wrong - their paternal siblings in the Throat could decide that they don't like having more relations in their midst, they could get off on the wrong foot with the leaders....the possibilities are endless.

Arakh tries his level best not to think of these things, though, not least because he wants to make sure he reassures Esinakh. He knows his twin might be nervous at this big change in their lives, and he's careful to touch his muzzle to her side at regular intervals as they make their long march from north to south. He's quite sure that her trust in him is the only reason she's agreed to the move, and he does not intend to breach that trust. If this goes wrong, it's all on him.

Although it is Frostfall everywhere, it's noticeably warmer here than in the Edge. This pleases the calf; he likes the heat, which probably comes from his father's genetics. This arid desert is where the Wildfire made his home, where he conquered all comers and where he ruled with an iron fist for more years than most Helovians can remember. That is quite the legacy, but one that Arakh carries happily upon his winged shoulders.

They arrive at the edge of the world, and the colt is reminded of one of his first trips here when he attempted to fly across the sea to the island and ended up almost drowning, saved only by his father's strength. A fond, nostalgic and slightly sad smile ghosts across his face at the thought of Gaucho, and at how proud he hopes his sire would be now that Arakh is a fully capable flier. He could easily make the trip to the Throat now without needing to wait for the bridge to open, but he isn't sure if Esinakh has the same confidence in her wings and he also doesn't wish to seem too forward. Best to err on the side of caution and be polite newcomers, waiting outside the territory rather than barging in just because it's their birthright.

Pressing close to his sibling, the colt lifts his small muzzle and bugles a call for the leaders, telling them that they have a pair of potential new members on their borders. Then he turns to Esinakh, his rugged young features a sea of calm despite the nerves he holds within, every inch the strong brother. "Rak and Esi will be happy here. Lots of family, and big oasis for Esi to stay clean in." He smiles warmly at her, chuffs gently towards her nostrils, then awaits whoever will come to greet them.