The burnt earth moaned beneath cloven and battered hooves. The breeze picked up as the red form of d'Artagnan neared the cliff edges. He seemed to be doing this more often, wandering around in the light of his beloved Moon Goddess. She who had blessed him with the power to heal. Black remains of the stunted trees flicked up into the swirling air and scattered themselves across the ground and latching onto his weathered aging coat. He forgot his age sometimes, years seemed to pass without him noticing. Younger generations blossomed before him and the story of the great d'Artagnan the war stallion seemed to of hit the bland rocks. The slow moving world was slowly eating away at his patience. The stallion just hoped his sanity remained intact for long enough to see him to his end. But he was not that old yet! Although the term 'old boy' became more appropriate day by day. He sighed and wandered out of the battered forest to roam up to his favourite spot by the Edge of the cliffs.

d'Art was surprised to find Mauja there, stood rather precariously close to the brink. Frowning at the pale figure of his King, the crimson stag wondered what he was doing. Dancing with death? Well, we all did it didn't we? The King's very own Doctor had felt death's doors calling his name from time to time. It did wonders for the heart. But he was too important to be falling off a cliff anytime soon. It wasn't exactly a spectacular way to end ones life, a broken heap at the bottom of a raging ocean. Especially for a King.

Quiet were his hooves as he moved in closer to his majesty before stopping a respectable distance from him. His mind considered the situation for a moment before a low chuckle rippled from his maw "are you going to jump or would you like me to push?" He jibed fondly at his King. Even King Mauja the Frostheart was younger than he, but d'Artagnan did admit he acted older than his years. He moved his sooty legs once again and walked up to the edge to stare at what awaited below. It wasn't pleasant although d'Art entertained the thought of pushing a few equine or pegasus off. Especially the ones he had met recently. He wondered if Mauja had thought the same from time to time. The frost King did not seem so quick tempered as he but who knew what ran through that bothered mind of his.

d'Artagnan sighed into the air as it ruffled his mane and drank in the Goddess's light. It was... Peaceful here. No burnt trees or stuffy desert, just the endless ocean and them. Time seemed to stand still. Too still.