It was what simply could be described as a beautiful day. The breeze was maybe a little cold, but the golden stallion that bounced his way through the mists found it rather pleasant. He wanted to climb closer to the edge of the cliff, where the mist was less dense and he could see the brilliant blue sky. He was accompanied by a brown dragon who, as of this season, was now fully grown and experimenting his new found control over his flames. He could now breathe fire like an expert and Torasin was very very proud of bonded friend. They had been together for a long time now, since the very first days the gilded stallion had set foot in Helovia and together they had travelled and grown. Their partnership was solid and their bond would not be broken until the time came to pass on to the next life. Folds of creamy mane danced along his lithe neck as he picked his pace up into a bounding canter, loping the last bit of the way up to the top of the cliff before falling to a halt to look out across the horizon.

Green eyes strayed upwards as Kiba landed on his back, happily swaying his tail and humming a reptile like noise to himself. Large soft clouds floated amongst the vast blue and he watched them travel with content, their slow gentle movements almost like therapy to him as he rested a back foot rather lazily. It was a nice day to be out of the trees and enjoying the world.

His gaze snapped to one cloud in particular then and he rather humorously turned his head to one side before gasping in delight.

Look at that Kiba! That cloud looks like you.

The gilded eyes of the dragon snapped upwards and quickly he scrabbled further up onto Torasin's neck, with his host dipping his head slightly at the new shift of weight. A soft clinking sound was made when talons met with the time amulet that hung loosely if only slightly tangled in his mane. Pearing through buttery ears, Kiba searched for the cloud and when he found it he trilled in excitement. Launching himself off into the air to mimic the position of the cloud dragon before letting out a rather large flame in a comical way that made it look like the cloud was shooting fire. The Moon healer could feel the heat of the flame from his position on the cliff and had to squint his eyes at it's ferocity. Eventually the cloud dispersed with the breeze and Torasin laughed jovially at his friend's antics in the sky before speaking into his mind with awe.

A rare sight.

Yes, rare indeed.

The brown then came back to rest upon the his normal perch of a white patched rump and they both stood and watched the simple joys of mother nature.