ENDLESS BLUE // PREVIOUS THREAD: whatch this

It hadn’t been long at all since he had last been here - the signs of what had happened, what they had done, still littered the sand. Hoofprints were echoed with the memories of the words and actions that had occurred here. Something new, something amazing, had been born on this beach. He enjoyed the feeling of hope that Ampere and her WHATCH had given him, enjoyed how he felt encouraged to do whatever he could to help out. The Throat was his home now, and when he was asked to find a pair that had set off to do a patrol at the very beach he had just left, he happily accepted the task.

Quick as he dared with the minor injuries he had sustained from the fight, he had flown from the Throat to the Beach again - exhausted after the days events but trying to stay focused as best as he could. He was thankful to land again, to feel the soft sand beneath his hooves give cushion, even if it was just a little trickier to walk in. The two figures he was searching for would not have likely been hard to find but Aithniel’s voice on the wind, asking something about patrols that he couldn’t quite make out, gave Mesec a definitive direction to look in.

The silver in his coat glowed softly - a not-quite-shadow as he approached the pair by the water, a limp in his gait. “Hello.” Twice the shyness, part for his cousin and part for the stranger, and suddenly with that word, the momentary burst of confident ambition deflated. What now? Shuffling the sand with a dark hoof he quickly explained what he was up to - or so he tried, at least. “I was asked to come find you two... help out with the patrol.” His uncertainty was plain in his voice - the pitch going up ever so slightly at the end as though it were a question. He had been told to come here but he wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to help out at all. What were they looking for here? Did they hear of the scuffle that had occurred? He had to admit that he wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to accomplish on a patrol but hopefully either Aithniel or the other knew.

He hadn’t known the other demigod was living in the Throat, though she had more cause than him to call that place home. Surely she’d understand his reasoning? But speaking of the other - silver eyes turned to the unicorn then, his uncertainty leaving him for the moment. The next words were not a hazy concept for him, thankfully. “My name’s Mesec.”

when I volunteered him to help with the patrol I didn't think about how he would have been in the WHATCH thread too xD whoops! But I think the timeline should still work out okay

EDIT: added some vague injuries I can expand on later because I just realized that'd be more realistic haha


I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.