The Arch. The place had grown rather intimate in d'Artagnan's time of experiencing it with Kou... Then Aviya was born and again, the place of meeting was this very archway made out of ice. So it felt profoundly strange stepping into it's embrace once more and this time for a professional herd meeting for the secret group that banded only the pure and mightiest unicorns. He had travelled a little way, having been out exploring the steppe and looking for it's poison properties shown to him by Lord Earth. His search had been fruitful and he now knew several locations for hardy types of plants with exquisite properties to add to his collection of growing intricacies. The snow was deep far north so it had taken him a little longer than normal to reach his destination, fighting drifts and slippery terrain as he went, arriving rather soggy looking but with a face of fierce satisfaction. It was time to move once more, time to take back what was there's but it was the call of the Crux that faltered his step somewhat.

d'Artagnan knew of Psyche, Mauja spoke little of her but he knew his sister had met her once before in the presence of Cineviam and had taken a liking to the darker mare. That was never a good sign, when his stormy sibling called another friend it usually meant the Nightshade would be better off not knowing the horse. If they bore any personlity resemblance that is. So it was with curiosity and slight dejection that d'Artagnan approached Psyche and the slow building group that only consisted of Snö and her slave so far. The daughter of his superiors surely was a gem of their kind and the red held high hopes for the pale femme as well as his own daughter, Aviya. The next generation was promising and made it all the more important that they set the right foundations.

He walked into the small circle and watched Psyche through narrowed eyes, grumbling inwardly about the untrustworthiness of mares which turned into a comment under his breath about Mauja being a turncoat. Where was that big, spotted idiot anyway?! Had he completely taken leave of his senses, a few choice words entered his already irritated mind that he would be sure to relay to his friend once he saw him again.

The shade looked about the caves and sighed in boredom. My Nurse is late, what was she telling me about being late again he thought back to the conversation and although he kept his annoyed bored affront, a small feeling of affection invaded his heart.