Thistle Meadow.
A precious place to a colt who was born, along with his twin brother, here amongst the colourful grassland. It was here that his bright blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, glimpsed Helovia for the very first time. It was peaceful and important. Sacre found himself travelling there one evening following the light of a strange lone star, contemplating the quest given to him by the Queen of the stars, a red rose tied newly into his mane which had the colt glancing back now and then with wonder and admiration. He had wanted to come to his birth place in order to breathe and think about the troubling words spoken to him not too long ago, however the once tranquil meadow he remembered was cluttered. Cluttered with horses!
Not only that, the crown of the grasses had to be the great tree, it's presence further enthused by a burning bird. Sacre's eyes widened and he wondered across to it in almost a trance of wonder, his rigid movements betraying him of the nervousness he felt in the presence of so many. This bird wasn't like any he'd seen before, not like Rishima's scary half bird and not at all like the bird he and Roux found in the mountains. It was almost like he was walking through a dream, perhaps he'd passed out somewhere along the way or maybe he'd died and this was heaven. Did it matter? All the boy felt was happy, for a brief moment, pure happiness. He knew this was something special, he had seen many great and beautiful things recently, life truly did seem magical despite the chaos. Scents mingled with scents, many foreign and few familiar. When finally he made it to the tree the boy stood, mind committing it to important memory, thoughts wishing Roux would appear to share in the moment with him. For a beautiful event was only made more beautiful when spent with those closest.
"Amazing!" Was all the child could manage to express his complete awe as his gaze wondered about the tree, a big boyish smile growing onto his lips as he laughed blissfully.