Idle minds tend to wander and idle hooves followed along, d'Artagnan was lost in his own mental battle, he didn't really care where each step took him. Last time, he'd found a half hair, it made him wonder what he'd find this time. So far nothing. The sky was blue, the sun was blazing, all in all the setting was too happy for the Nightshade's liking; where were the thunder clouds that plagued his thoughts. The rain that burned his heart. The ice that froze his soul. The cogs of his brain wound back through memories, when was the last time he had genuinely smiled? Perhaps when he was sticking his horn in that filthy hornless, seizing her life away and quite joyously he had indeed smiled that day, a monstrous beam of macabre meaning, but it was genuine all the same. Something small, blue in colour, bounced off his neck, tied messily in his mane. An amulet, a gem, it was her jewel. The Moon Goddess' always there, always haunting. Festering thoughts turned to anger and quite suddenly he swung round his head and snapped off the amulet, holding it between gritted teeth. If he had never met her what would've happened?! If he hadn't of been appointed Moon Doctor where would he be. If he hadn't of spawned a child with her, would he feel this much betrayal. How long was he going to hold onto this grudge? Why couldn't he just move on.

The Mender continued holding it in his mouth, like a curse that he couldn't quite shake, his pace quickening in his temper. Cloven hooves snatching at the sandy floor. Aramis followed behind, tawny pools analyzing his Captain's mood before turning away in exasperation. Get rid of it the hound snapped into the blood brute's mind, annoyance littering his tones as finally he had had enough of the moping and the festering. It was returned in stony silence and the mutt suppressed a sigh, he doubted his companion even heard what he said or chose to ignore him.

It wasn't long until they found familiar blue features, d'Artagnan recognized her of the Basin and changed his course to march over to the dancing mare. Her laugh reached his ears, something he hadn't heard for a long time, a laugh of pure joy. Of freedom. His maddened gaze became less irate and more confused the closer he got, he did not understand her love of the sea nor the carefree abandonment on her features. Watching Huyana now, the Nightshade slowed to a halt before he reached the sea and sooty lips disgustedly spat the gem upon the aureate floor, contrasting eyes shifting to it for one moment thoughtfully before he turned back to the filly in mares skin. "Is it really that nice?" You could hear the wrinkling of his nose in his voice, an uncertainty. He'd stood here before not too long ago, contemplating the ugliness of the sea and the strange effect it had on others, the Plague Doctor saw no beauty in the vile salt and the resulting wet fur. If he was to be wet he preferred the blasting blizzards and the creative drifts of snow, not sparkling oceans and the annoying fowl it attracted.