Sacre didn't really know where he was going any more and he simply followed wherever Inari decided to go next. As his friend slowly grew, so did his sense of adventure and just like two peas in a pod they set off to nowhere in particular, just enjoying the snow as it fell and disturbing where it settled. When they were not playing they slept under trees or in small alcoves, any shelter they could find would suffice. They had each other and the world opened up to their eager feet that ran and bounded to the tune of a carefree life. Of course how long this would last they did not know? Sacre missed Roux, he always missed Roux, he missed mother and father and the rest of his siblings back in the snowy north. Yet, every time he thought about going back his nose turned up at the thought, the Basin was happy childhood memories, but he was ready to start his own chapters of life now. Away from the cold walls and the glares of his father.

Since leaving the caves the boy had not seen one single wraith and slowly he'd stopped looking round every shadowed corner like there was a monster about to jump out and get him. He did often wonder, however, if Deodat ever survived whatever it was that took him. Sacre still remembered that day visibly with a shiver. As if trying to bury all his memories, the boy had stayed away from the caves and stayed away from the Basin, carving his own path with the hopes to find Roux at the end of it one day. Sacre still desired a peaceful world for which he and his twin could live happily together, but he couldn't do that by sitting at home. Sacre had learnt that lesson now.

Today was nearing noon and the sky was fairly bright, the brisk breeze tugging at his tangled dark locks as it blew about bits of snow. If there was to be a storm tonight they'd need to find some shelter. This marvellous stone structure looked perfect for the job. Sacre stood there for a moment and gaped, he'd never come across this before and so close to the meadows where he had been born too! Inari, curled up on the boys rump, woke from a doze and sleepily looked around to see what Sacre was so caught up on. When the fox realized they both simply remained still and admired.

@[Tyradon]

An ear flicks back and Inari raises his head as the sudden movement made him jump. The structure before him was so beautiful that the boy almost took leave of his own senses and forgot that the wilds were... Well, wild. His head sharply turns and his body with it, jostling the poor chap aboard who yapped in protest, legs flailing to keep his balance until the boy was facing where he wanted to face. To the voice and the strangers. The stallion before him was huge, bigger than his father and thicker in muscle too, burned the same colour as himself with splashes of white to contrast. On his own he would have been enough to stand in simple awe of his being, Sacre was only a yearling after all and he didn't see many big guys around. The dragon, however, made him on edge as always, but he didn't attempt to runaway this time like he had with Fajira. She had been white, but this one was green and bigger than Lace's dragon had been! Sacre swallowed, but smiled all the same, nodding his head in greeting. Yet again he'd found a hornless, as his father would call them, bonded to a creature of myth. A dangerous one at that.

"It is! I was born not too far from here and often visit, but I haven't seen this place before!" He marvelled again at the structure that looked like it had been built straight out of a fairy tale and his lips curled in irony that he would find a dragon in such a place. Fate liked these little details it seemed.

Returning his gaze to the odd pair of beast and reptile the boy decided to try conversation, after all, there was only so long he could remain quiet before he wanted to know more. Who were they? Where does one find a dragon? Can you see clearer when you're that tall? "I haven't seen a dragon in a while! Who are you?" He started off with whilst thinking sadly and fondly of Lace, who he had not seen in a while, the grulla stallion who had taught him to question everything and spoke encouraging words of wisdom in one simple meeting that Sacre would remember forever.

Sacre drew in a sharp breath and looked to Inari quickly who was digging his claws into his fur. The fox looked at the pair before them nervously and slowly retracted his growing weapons much to his bonded's relief. The red child would probably be an easy snack for the green predator and Inari had quite clearly already worked this little piece of information out. Sacre, however, soldiered on. After all, the two had done nothing for them to act nervous or hostile, so the boy edged a little closer with that bit more bravery. Blue eyes watching with intent.

Tyradon and Cynder. Names to put to faces and Sacre had heard of neither of them before, nodding his head in return to the dragon who peered and snorted smoky rings. Cynder. How aptly named she was and a perfect one for a dragon, Sacre would not forget it fast nor would he the stallions name. The brute gave nothing away and the boy began to feel rather awkward and strangely inadequate in his presence. As if every glance was a judgement upon him and internally he was screaming at how scrawny he must look in comparison to such grand company. All the others he had met before had at least something to go off, a smile somewhere or a laugh, a frown or a shout, but Tyradon was an enigma.

"I'm Sacre and this is Inari" he responded, gathering up all his courage to keep his voice from breaking, the fox managed to flash his tail once from side to side at the mention of his name. "My mother lives in the mountains with my siblings and father. I haven't seen them since I left the caves and the darkness passed." He answered honestly. The mention of his family sent pangs of familiar longing through his body, he did miss them, especially Roux. "Do you travel alone with Cynder too?" Did this strange pair share in similar adventures he and Inari did?

Sacre didn't think he'd ever met anyone quite like the looming Tyradon. Perhaps only his father or Deimos had the presence this equine felt like and the boy constantly felt under pressure. Like every word he said mattered in some way or was it merely fear, he was alone with Inari in a strange place in front of a mean looking stallion and his rather dangerous looking dragon. Though the boy didn't like to admit fear, even to himself and even when he knew it was fear he felt. It wasn't. It was just... Adrenaline. I'm not afraid of them. Sacre kept repeating to himself as Inari looked at him out of the corner of his eye, knowing full well that the colt was a little quieter than usual. If anything, however, the child was stubborn in his refusal to admit fear and flee. He persevered talking to the two brutes before him, even though all he got to his answer was a grunt.

This time though, it was his turn to ask the questions.

Tyradon asked about the other herds and Sacre frowned at the change of topic, wondering why he didn't just go visit them. The again, if he was new, then maybe he didn't know the way? The colt thought on this, but his young mind though intelligent enough, had not yet acquired the wisdom of an older horse. He shrugged and replied, he didn't really know much about them anyway. "What do you want to know? I'm not all that familiar with the other lands." He asked, genuinely curious. "There's four other herds. The Aurora Basin is where I come from in the north, the Worlds Edge in the west, the Throat in the south and the Foothills just under the mountain." The extent of his knowledge from there was rather limited, even about his own herd land, the unicorns always kept their secrets even from their own. The Worlds Edge was a place to avoid in Sacre's eyes, the only enemy he had made in small lifetime lived there; Rishima. The mare that had taken him away from his home and his family.

(note; Sacre doesn't know the Foothills is now the Falls! :3)

As the conversation wore on, Sacre found himself slowly relaxing in the stallions company. The elder male had done nothing untoward and his words had been kind enough, curious even, much like the boys own. He flicked his tail and the tenseness around his body slowly began to relax, a hoof coming up rest as he laughed gently at the fellow’s comment. ”You have a point” indeed he did. The boy often thought about ending his own roguehood by becoming apart of a family again, but every time he thought of returning to the Aurora Basin, his heart became dull at the prospect. It wasn’t that he disliked it and he had a few friends there, including Roux who he missed dearly, but there was something quite bleak about it. His adventures would be limited to the frost covered tops of mountains and its lonely wastes, he loved the Basin as his childhood home, but its lonely landscape was no cure for his restless heart. Maybe one day rogues like himself and Tyradon might be able to find a place that fit their definition of home. It was a nice thought.

The thick bodied stallion was carrying on with his questions, however, and Sacre’s attention quickly turned back to him before a small frown formed on his face. Favour species? Not that he knew of, though the Basin did seem to be mainly made up of unicorns, the boy knew nothing of that being a preference of the leaders. Then again, it wasn’t something the colt had even thought to ask. Tyradon’s musings had brought up a familiar face in his mind, however, and his gaze turned uneasy that there might just be many others in the world just like his prejudiced father. Though, Sacre still hadn’t decided whether his father was right or wrong in his one sided thoughts.

”Not that I know of, though the mountain home I come from had many unicorn like me” he said almost like he was thinking out loud, his innocent words clear across his pure gaze that was lost in memories and thought for a moment before he ironically snorted and looked to the stallion with a grimace. ”My father is similar to you and your hornless tendencies. His preference is with his own kind though, but his views can be quite intense” he shuddered at that. Hoping that he hadn’t inherited the all consuming madness.

At least Tyradon sounded more like it was a personal preference than a radical belief and Sacre remained unstirred in naive hopes that his little information would help the stallion and his pet dragon find a home one day.