For once, life was looking up.

Once an outsider amongst unicorns, he was now free to do as he pleased. While thoughts of the Plague still haunted him, wondering if they would ever set out and try to take him down, he knew that he was safe in the confines of the Edge. No longer did he have to worry for Romani's safety, either, for the most joyful of things had happened recently; she'd come to reside in the World's Edge with him, and although it was under bitter circumstances, Xanthos couldn't help but feel a little selfish of his happiness.

Not only were they finally together, but they'd become parents to the most beautiful filly. She was a rich golden color, so similar to her mother's, and even bore the colors of Romani's mane and tail in her own. Her eyes were similar to his mate's, as well, with reminiscent flecks of gold, but Jasiri's primitive markings were all from him. She was a perfect mix of the Haflinger and the grullo.

As hard as it was to pull himself away from the Edge and all its excitement, Xanthos still had a duty to uphold within the Edge, and it had been far too long since his last trip to the Threshold. The trips were hardly ever exciting, but at least he'd always come home with a new member to serve the herd.

Treading carefully through the mass of trees, the grullo flared his nostrils to pick out any fresh scents. There were tons, making it difficult to pick out who had already come and gone, and who was still left. It was hard to see through the dark of the night, and for a moment, Xanthos couldn't help but wonder; why had he decided to come here at such an odd hour, anyway? But with a soft huff, he pressed on, determined that he would not come home empty handed. However, and luckily enough for him, the murmuring of voices caressed his dark ears within minutes and directed him towards the speaking pair.

A Pegasus, her body holding an eerie resemblance to a midnight spectacle and eyes resembling his own, as well as an equine mare. Her coloring was like his, yet lighter, and her mane and tail both seemed to go on and on forever, unending. Deep down, a part of him was simply happy to have not stumbled across a racist unicorn. That would be his luck.

"Good evening," he spoke up as he approached, slowing his steps so that he didn't take a chance of intimidating the pair, "My name is Xanthos; what brings you two to the Threshold at such an odd hour?" Of course, Xanthos knew not that the Pegasus was no stranger to Helovia, so directed the question at her as well. "If it is refuge you seek, I offer it to you in the World's Edge."