By the time Descaro reached the Basin the sun had set in the sky and night had taken over. The stars were barely visible as clouds covered them, a bitter breeze lashing between his legs and the odd drop of snow fell down from the vast blackness. It seemed the seasons had turned once again, Frostfall was not quite here, but you could almost feel him beckoning in these cold lands. In a few months his grip would be fierce and the unicorns would emerge from their dens, taking with them hatred and revenge. Coldness was their domain. The mountains rose higher and a passageway opened up before him, hoping that Dravilo was still following (not much caring about Leyra) the Soldier descended into the land of unicorns. His cloven hooves careful on the frosted surface, crystal horn glittering in the odd bit of moon light.

As he had wandered across the white wasteland he remembered the meeting of racist brothers, there discussion of secrecy and the emergence of traitors. Did he trust himself well enough to judge a character from simple conversation? His arrogance would say yes, his intellect would say no. Psyche said the Plague needed more recruits, if he could sway this one, would she notice him more? Descaro had begun to realize that he was just shadow amongst higher peers, when he knew he deserved better, he was far too intelligent and strong to be lingering at a simple Soldier level. The stallion had ambitions for greater things, but as long as he stood on the sidelines he wasn't going to get anywhere. It was time he made himself known.

When he reached the bottom and at last made it home, he sighed a great sigh and smiled in relief. The Threshold was a tedious business, but he had brought many home from their now and was rather proud of his achievements of late.

For now, he turned back with hopes Dravilo was still there, offering a welcoming smile before gesturing to the Basin. "Welcome to the Aurora Basin. I hope you will find a home here." He purred to her lavishly. Slapping his dark tail between his well toned legs. He awaited her reaction then and hoped one would be along of a higher rank than his own soon, ambitiously thinking that one day he wouldn't need such approval. Eyes burned with fire as he remained patient, the snow making his mane wet and his nose blowing out mini clouds.