Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
_{Sometimes we've no choice, but to talk away}

The time was early morning and frost hung in the air, clinging to anything and everything. Evers and Rita walked with damp coats and cold water dripped off the blue roan's many black horns, catching on his sooty legs before rolling off. Cloud loaded the sky in it's bleak embrace and the Able's thoughts mirrored them, his life had become so black and cold, so lifeless and lonely. Irrydae was fast becoming the only light in his shattered world, and even that he'd managed to mess up. His thoughts churned and memories triggered; a mare's face, feelings of love... A child who meant everything. The flashback turned foul, their bodies dead, the ground an unnatural red, his heart twists and breaks. Then nothing. Reality snapped back after he'd taken in a sharp breath, eyes tight in pain and confusion. What were these memories that kept haunting him? Were they even memories at all, was he hallucinating a family he had been certain he never had. Yet, the blue never knew his life before Mandrake and suspicion crept up on him, making him feel sick and lost in a world of complete darkness. Mandrake was gone, he should be happy in his freedom, but it was just like her to leave him so helpless and lost. Nobody could answer the burning questions he had, he would never find out who these horses were or why it hurt so much to watch them die. Maybe if he remembered more... But the more he tried, the more it hurt and he left it unsolved, niggling at him everyday.

In his inner turmoil he completely lost track of his wondering and would have dangerously kept walking into claimed territory if it wasn't for Rita, who barked her alarm forcing the blue to stop just before the start of a dark looking forest. If he was right in remembering the direction he had taken after the Threshold, perhaps this was the start of Worlds Edge territory, a land he knew little of but had met some of it's inhabitants on travels and whilst he was Chief. Pulling himself out of the slump he'd allowed himself to fall into, Evers thought back to his reasoning for heading this way, he'd wanted to talk to Irrydae in privacy, but also not wanted to go back to the Foothills with dear, ever faithful Locket. Torleik had been an interesting character with his friend, the Able would not forget his face fast, but the snow and mountains didn't quite appeal and spurred him away from asking for refuge. The former leader sought a new life, his brothers had their own now, it was time his next chapter started.

Which brought him here. Wait, don't move until someone notices us Evers informed his bonded who nodded her head in approval. It was not wise to enter another's territory without asking prior permission, especially when this herd was relatively unknown to the roan. Normally, the elder stud would have found life in travelling and learning, but history had been cruel and he found himself needing something to occupy his mind other than Irrydae's beautifully carved face.

Evers came here to serve, to repent for past mistakes and make himself a better stallion. He would do this by helping others and taking on responsibility, a new family. His brothers would always be his brothers, even after what they did and what they were, but the life of trailing around after them was over and as Orangemoon blew away summer's leaves, he thought of his old life blowing away. Spring would be here again.

Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
_{Sometimes we've no choice, but to talk away}

The first to notice a different presence was Rita, whose keen nose scented the mare and she then informed her bonded, who pricked his ears and waited rather nervously to see who would emerge from the trees. If it was anyone they didn't particularly want to see then Rita would have told him, but if it was someone they knew she would have told him as well, that meant the horse coming towards them was someone completely unknown. A pair of eyes he would never have seen before. Evers had never been to the Worlds Edge before, he had greeted Mirage as a friend when a leader of the Foothills and even travelled to the Dragons Throat, but never had he been to the misty land far to the west. He wondered if any of his brothers had ever been here, Archibald had never mentioned it, Casimir was always far to nervous to actually do much by himself and the others kept themselves to themselves. Conclusion; probably not.

He could a figure now, catching the faint feminine scent before bits of light showed her pelt to be of monochrome patches. She seemed uncertain and carried a beautiful basket that shone with the hues of glass making. Evers blinked in surprise, he'd never seen something made from glass before. When he was Chief of the Foothills, his Mason had crafted using stone. Less appealing on the eye than glass, but more robust and weathered nicely. Intrigued, he placed a warm smile upon his features and dipped his head when she introduced herself.

Kahlua.

A Glazier. So was she the master creator of such a beautiful piece of work that was now sat upon the ground? Rita had noticed it as well, her tail had come to life when the mare had put her masterpiece down, paws itching to go over and inspect it. "A pleasure to meet you Kahlua. I'm Evers and this is Rita" he nodded his fellow skinny blue friend who yapped in greeting. "I've come looking for something to do. I'm fed up of travelling and my mind needs an occupation. I was wondering if the Edge would allow me to serve them?" It had been a while since he'd spoken words like that, he had little to offer in the way of sheer brawn like Archibald would have, but he was smarter than that oversized brute. A mind could be just as powerful as the hoof and claw.

"The basket you carry is beautiful, did you make it yourself?" He asked with great curiosity. Evers always loved talents like this, a little different and something new.

Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
_{Sometimes we've no choice, but to talk away}

Like a bud blossoming into life Evers couldn't help but grin like an idiot influenced greatly by her smile as it radiated across her monochrome face, like she'd suddenly been set free of invisible chains. What a delightful girl she seemed to be, so raw and bright. Her glorious mood effected Rita too who bounced into life with a yip and endless flapping of an overenthusiastic tail. A charming moment indeed, life needed these little, simple pleasures to beat back the darkness of the world. When looked upon in the correct light nothing seemed so bad after all, at least, that's what it felt like watching Kahlua. He wondered if she had this effect on most horses, surely she must have a huddle of squabbling admirers somewhere, falling over her sweet smiles. There was something catastrophically wrong with the world if not.

He thought about her question for a moment, he'd been asked the same thing by Ktulu when he'd once requested admission into the Foothills. Back then it was braun or go home, however, Evers knew nothing about the Edge and it's ranks. Perhaps joyful Kahlua would know. "Information gathering perhaps or something more diplomatic?" He asked hopefully, clearly his skinny abode was not up to the task of becoming a warrior, he could fight to an extent, but not spend all day patrolling and sparring. The one off skirmish was thrilling, but day to day battling was exhausting.

His eyes brightened then at the mention of Gods, Evers had only ever really met the Earth God who had given him the best gift of all; Rita. He had lead his horses and tended to his land, he had always been allied to the Lord Earth, not by conscience choice, but simply by fate. The Edge lands must belong to the Moon. He gasped audibly at the word 'wall' and tried to imagine a glass structure of that size in his mind with no avail. Ears shot forwards and he nodded eagerly when sweet Kahlua asked if he should like to see it. "Very much so! If that's okay, I've never heard of a glass wall being made before. It must be magnificent."

As Evers lost himself in some child's fantasy, Rita had attempted to quietly move towards the glass basket, seeing if she could see her enlarged reflection of it's cold surface.