I'll tell you one thing about being blind: it's harder to gauge the passage of time. After Myr's large ears heard the mare come to a grinding halt, it felt like minutes had passed before she finally spoke, when really it had only been a few seconds. The stillness of the Basin seemed to have been turned on surround-sound in his mind all of a sudden, until it was broken by her small voice. recent Basin recruit, should that interest you. Was she sulking? Myrddin couldn't tell, but he thought he heard some self-pity in her voice. Her expression surely would have told him, if only he was able to see. Gods be damned, he couldn't wait to fulfill the damned quest that he was on, and regain some semblance of sight.

"Chernobyl.." Myrddin spoke her name, as if tasting it on his lips. "Sounds like something sweet-tasting. I am Myrddin. Or Myr, if you prefer. Haruspex of the Aurora Basin." His voice was leathery, but not un-kind sounding. He waited to hear her say something like please to meet you or, what's a Haruspex?, but instead he heard nothing; the black wall that was his visual reality gave him nothing. Suddenly, rather than hearing her voice, he felt her touch: Her muzzle pressed against his neck. He shivered pleasurably as he felt the softness of her muzzle against his ancient hide. Mentally the blob that he pictured her as was taking form. She was tall for a mare, only a few inches shorter than he was, by where her muzzle touched him. Unless she was reaching up, but the angle didn't feel right. And Unicorn, that was solidified when she said that she was a part of the Basin now.

He blew softly from his nose, gathering her scent while she was still close. She smelled of youth, of vigour and sweat. He sensed something odd about her though...the way she greeted him, her decision to place her muzzle against him. As she pulled away, his sightless gaze followed her, now that he was able to place her in his mind-map. Some trauma, most likely. He surmised that it was likely a physical trauma, with someone very close to her...That would explain her inhibition of touching a stranger in an oddly intimate way. His great mind cared little about what had happened, he was only concerned with how it would affect her, if it had made her different. Those were the types of things he found really fascinating. Just as a Phoenix rises from the ashes, what sort of creature rose in Chernobyl?

"What brings you here, youngling?" He asked ambiguously, not indicating whether he literally meant right here, or the Basin, or simply to Helovia.