There was something about being on the other side of the Basin border that filled the colt with apprehension and, yet, at the same time there was a familiarity that numbed his nerves. Sacre hardly knew the Reaper, but had attended enough herd meetings as a child to grow used to the skulking monster’s stare. He had been an unknown but strong figurehead in the boy’s life at that time and this wasn’t really that much different. However, there was a shaking beside him and his overly concerned eyes fell on Tandavi in a swift turn to view the girl who seemed to be struggling under the air around them. Was she frightened of something happening? The colt had never seen her like this before, to him she had always oozed control and radiated brightly in every aspect so much so that he didn’t believe she would be daunted easily. It wasn’t like he could just ask either, a pause in proceedings whilst he requested the wellbeing of the fiery Lady who appeared to have lost her flare wasn’t exactly a great show, but the boy was on the verge of breaking protocol to comfort her. Though part of him warned that maybe Tandavi wouldn’t like him to show such a public performance and he dithered between what was best to do.

In the chaos of his inner turmoil a brindled mare that addressed her Lord and dragged Sacre’s attention begrudgingly away from his friend joined the gathering. His eyes brushed over her and a spark of recognition lit up causing a frown upon his brow as he leafed through memories to find where she was hidden in his past. It had been a cold day and the ground had frozen over, he was just a babe attempting to ice skate (not very well) when a dark filly shows up. Back in the present, the same similar eyes turned to their party and gave a short introduction. Rhiannon! A crooked smile curled onto the boys lips as he recognized the name and marvelled at her position at such a young age. The same thought caused him to think that perhaps he was the lesser talented of his generation with nothing but one failed stint at a grand title that never really suited him.

He turned to the other tattooed fellow who added to the unnerving atmosphere with his darkly delivered words and roved his eyes towards Tandavi. Concerned, Sacre shifted his body to try brush against her precious side as Inari padded over to sit by her forelegs, his tail moving to curl around one. The boy troubled himself over matters of his own inadequacy, there wasn’t much else he could do, he had no fancy tricks and he wasn’t very intimidating. In fact, he was a rather pathetic stamp of a colt that paled in comparison to fuller and more foreboding stallions. Perhaps it would be better if Tandavi looked for another more reliable and impressive looking friend who didn't look like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves. "I think you’d find them more useful than us." He hastily replied, his youth missed the black humoured edge and he lacked his father’s well honed, quick tongue.

Gathering the scraps of his foolhardy courage, Sacre considered the questions before him and turned to Deimos. "A simple flag would suffice." The task was simple enough and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. With an uncomfortable shuffle of his cloven feet the colt wished he could leave now, but there was one other matter that needed to be covered. "What do you want in return?"

@[Tandavi]

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