There was an endless beauty to be found in the night, it was the masterpiece of the sky and a gateway into another world as well as a guide to those who loved ride along the sea. A woman if any ever saw, for she was far too clever in sleek black and glittering silver. Sacre knew next to nothing about the night and her sparkling cloak, other than it was quite something and how good it would be if just once he could touch it. Like the black abyss himself, the little stained colt was hard to spot against the shadows post sun, perhaps a glimpse red in the moonlight. The Nightshade's son was well accustumed to his evening camouflage. As ever, Sacre was straying a little too far from home and sleeping rough with nature his guiding arm, he wondered if mother disapproved of his disappearances, but the need to know was just too great and Sacre wanted to know everything! Eager hooves took him slightly south of where he was born, passing through the Thistle Meadow with a warm smile, the grassy smell something he would always remember.

Thoughts ranged from dreams of colt-like grandeur to wondering what Roux was up to when finally he came across Helovia's Heart, his mouth agape when he saw her. So dark and beautiful, her presence familiar to the one he remembered from the beach, but she commanded a different kind of respect. Queen of the world, at least, she walked that way. There was another who shimmered too, not quite so suffocating in her presence, but beautiful all the same in a sunnier shimmer and a lanky bird for company. They were not alone either. As Sacre crept closer to the gathering meeting, he noticed the one with black splodges with an echo of recognition from when he had seen the Earth Lord and another, one he knew far better. His own Lady, Illynx. Her abode instantly recognizable with legs dipped in precious gold, clasped in sapphire and platinum. A magnificent weapon upon her head. Last, but not least in his appearance, was a huge stallion who carried his possessions in a leather bound bag, his figure alone enough to intimidate the young boy who had, again, stumbled onto rather important company.

Taking refuge in the one he knew most, Sacre moved towards Illynx timidly, catching the swift bow from his leader and he followed suit with a rather awkward head bob. Feeling a little more at ease in the shadows of his Lady. "Are you... Queen of the stars?" He asked nervously, still not sure in his wild assessment of this fascinating creature before him.

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[Item: A Red Arrow | Worn in his tail. Glows crimson whenever his twin is threatened or endangered.]
He was rejected once here: Quest Drop #10 Earth | Water