Ritual.

Creatures like Myrddin were slaves to ritual. Having his day neatly structured allowed for his vast mind to contemplate the complexities of life, rather than where he was going to bed down for the night. That, and being blind had limited his range and abilities somewhat. At this moment, his ritual dictated that he relax in the Hot Springs.

Myrddin let the naturally-warmed waters wash over his old body, gently removing the dirt and grunge which had built up over the past day. Although he had grown more accustomed to the Basin and had created a rather accurate mental picture of his new home, he still stumbled and tripped more often than he would have liked. Trying to complete his task for the Goddess of the Moon had required him to travel farther than he would have liked as well, adding to the wounds of travel that he now bore almost constantly on his lower legs and chest. But it would be worth it to see again; especially in the way that she was going to let him see. The bodily pain that he felt would be nothing compared to the knowledge he would acquire with his new eyes.

As the humid vapours filled his nostrils and large moose-like ears, a sound suddenly disturbed the stillness. It wasn't a large sound, for Tolio was not a bulky stallion by any means, but Myrddin was accustomed to having this place to himself at this time. It sounded...Upset? his mind offered. Myrddin had been trying to accurately envision the world simply based on the sounds that he heard, but wasn't doing a very good job of it; Something about teaching an old dog new tricks. What he did hear, was a heavy sigh, the sound of a tail snapping, and hooves striking the rocky surface of the Aurora Basin. For a moment he wondered if it could be the colt who had blinded him, finally come to finish the job before Myrddin could uncover his identity. But his large ears did not detect the footfalls of his dog companion, which made him very much doubt that it was his aggressor, who was interrupting his bath.

"Who's there, then?" Myrddin called out roughly; his voice sounding like he had inhaled far too much smoke in his lifetime. He was almost certain that the beast approaching was male, and a unicorn. If it t'were a female, it would be a beast of one. And no non-unicorn would dare to enter the Basin, especially with Psyche back. Myrddin narrowed his milky-white gaze, as if that still had any effect. His whispy eye brows knitting together as his brow furrowed. He pulled himself slightly out of the water, standing so that it was still up to his chest, but revealing the bulk of his size. He may be blind, but he still stood taller than most, a trait which had surely kept him alive when he was first blinded, wandering about. "Well?" Myrddin demanded, his sightless gaze focused to the right of where Tolio in fact was.