Things here in Helovia were definitely quite different from any of the other lands he had traveled to in the past, in a good sense of course. There was always something new and exciting happening in one land or another to keep the many occupants on their toes and never knowing what to expect from one day to another. Rumors had been going around about yet another strange occurance this time just over the Veins, something about an island? The concept was a complete mystery to the dapple for with all that had been going on he had not been anywhere near the Veins to go and see for himself what the others were speaking of. From what he knew about the landscape of the Veins it consisted mostly of rock so the idea of some island just randomly appearing there seemed a little far fetched if you asked him but one never knew.

His latest battle with the tie dye pegasus had taken quite a bit out of his usual get up and go attitude so for now he was content to just take it easy while his injuries healed. The nasty gash upon his neck and shoulder was the brunt of his discomfort but he was too proud to have someone attend to it with magic, it would eventually heal on its own. Kiara had tried many times to get him to see a medic but had no success in convincing him to go. He was not one to make a big fuss over injuries that he knew would heal over on their own, much to Kiara's annoyance. She was currently sitting beside him just enjoying the day as together they looked out over the Falls.

A little later Midas arrived back from wherever he had been landing not too far off from where the pair rested peacefully. Calling out a gentle greeting to the Czar he nodded politely as he decide to see if there was any major news that their king knew of. " How goes the travels today, anything of interest out there?" He commented softly so not to disturb the sleeping Fina. Thankfully Kiara seemed to pick up on the fact as well and decided to stay put instead of trying to get Fina to play, which never worked out to begin with much to his amusement. He had seen what trauma she was able to inflict on some of the poor birds that became her meals, it was no wonder to him that Fina did not exactly want to associate with the feline.

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Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks

Bellona
Beauty may be skin deep
But cruelty runs clear to the bone.

The bird is in no mood for conversation today, but just as her scarlet legs collide with the ground, a stream of curses threatens to slip past her lips. The warrior has become disheartened from her encounter with the flaming God, and she simply refuses to admit that the God's negligence was all her own doing. The realization is slowly beginning to dawn upon the colorful mare, yet she cannot help but to succumb to her raging temper. Quivering ears snap back against a blue skull as a fiery gaze rakes across the shrouded forest, searching for someone to blame for her failure. The Aztec spies a dappled figure past the waterfall and, bursting through the refreshing stream, she is shocked to find the stag that she battled nearly a fortnight ago. Just what is he doing here?

The volatile bird is just about to confront the unicorn when an orange blaze appears in the corner of her eye. She turns to see what this new intrusion is, and a surprised snort bursts from her naves when she realizes that it is a bird. And of course it is not alone; the roasting chicken -- oh how she has begun to loathe things that are on fire -- is resting on a painted man's back. It would appear that magic is not the only oddity to be found in this godforsaken place. The mare's silent criticism reflects her raging mood.

Far too stunned -- and much too familiar with her own outbursts -- to make her exasperation known, the maiden chooses to remain silent. If something important is to come of this little gathering, then surely the two unfamiliar brutes will enlighten her.

"Talk talk talk."

{So pooey ;-; I sorry.}

Surely the news that Midas brought along had been mistaken some way or another, a island in the sky that was impossible. The concept did not make sense to the dappled warrior how could an island be floating in the sky,the laws of gravity would surely pull the land mass back to earth? Kiara seemed to be just as confused by the topic as it was enough to draw her attention away from the flaming bird (which can be a challenge at times). Exchanging skeptical glances he turns his attention back to Midas as he gives further instructions. Apparently this thing must be real for their Czar to be sending in a team to scout the unexplored island.

"I will make the arrangements. When would you like us to leave?" He asked obediently as he skimmed through the list of potential candidates in his mind. Rostislav was always a possibility but his sobriety was in question after the last mission they went on together. The Basin was hardly the place to be disoriented and confused though it had made for some mild amusement. Oxy was another potential but like Rostislav his drug habit and his ability to function questioned his help especially on a floating island. During their spar the sad creature had barely been able to stand upright nevermind navigating unfamiliar terrain.
Rosi would be the favorable option if he needed to chose but it would all depend on who was available to help out.

Wait a minute.. Midas would have flown to the island with Fina, was it possible for those without wings to reach it? "Are pegasus the only ones able to reach the island? Or can those bound to the ground still access this place?" It was better to ask now before he was the one looking like the idiot by sending soldiers who cannot even reach its heights.



Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks

Mulling about the problem within his own mind while he awaited an answer the grey tried to think of logical ways that those bound to the ground could get to a floating island. A bridge perhaps? Surely Midas would have reported seeing one should this be the case. Gazing down to Kiara for a brief second he could see the eagerness in her own eyes to get going with their mission. "We leave when the sun rises." As his words reached the tigress she looked up to him with impatience before sighing as she gave up thoughts of trying to go tonight instead. Chuckling softly to himself he watched her pout for not getting her way as she sat down in the grass beside them. While her appearance was that of a fierce predator her mind was still young and reckless much like that of his own at times.

"I will gather a couple warriors to be ready for a morning adventure. We will find a way to get up there one way or another. If others can do it how hard can it be?" He commented with a shrug of his shoulders as his mind started jumping to those few soldiers that might possibly accompany them. With the light fading it was best to track them down before they settled down for the evening.

Before this conversation he could have settled down and fallen asleep fairly quickly but now that he had a task to do he was wide awake. Turning back to Midas he tipped his crown as he spoke one final time. "I best be getting off to find those who shall accompany us. Rest well and we shall see you when the sun rises."



Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks

Bellona
Beauty may be skin deep
But cruelty runs clear to the bone.

Ears fasten themselves against a cobalt skull as the bird comes to realize that she has been ignored. Her presence here is swiftly becoming unnecessary, but the proud creature refuses to accept her useless state. She snaps her burning gaze onto the dappled warrior first. Surely his pain serves as a reminder of the skirmish that they participated in. If the chieftess could wear his skin as her own, she would be feeling some sort of rage at the sight of one who beat her in battle. Or does war mean so little to him?

If that is the case, then surely the ebony and white stallion is speaking to the wrong man. The aching maiden shifts her gaze to study his golden pools. As far as she can tell, there is no hint of madness in them. But if he is sane, then why is he not directing his attention to her? You would think that word of the dapple's defeat to a colorful newcomer would travel quickly among the herd. Apparently that is not so. Clearing her throat in the efforts of being somewhat courteous -- she has no idea who this pegasus is, after all -- the Aztec stakes her claim to the conversation.

"Pardon me, but is it not rude to ignore a lady?" Orange pools direct their glare on the horned brute. It is a silent challenge that dictates, how dare you miss your superior. The mare's jewel-encrusted hide twitches before she continues in a tone that does not lack in bravado. "If you are looking for a means of investigation, why not employ your sleuths? Is that not our duty?" A blue-dipped tail licks against barred legs.

"I've yet to do anything for the herd since joining it. Unless defeating one of your warriors counts as something productive?" Her tone is full of amusement at this remark. She raises a brow at the stag, daring him to deny her words. I can just as easily beat you again, tecuani.

"Talk talk talk."

{Woops! I also forgot about this! @[Midas]

tecuani -- "beast."}