LOCATION: DRAGON'S THROAT // PREVIOUS THREAD: Surprise, Surprise

A day after their return from the Basin and Mesec was on the hunt for one of his companions on that trip - Pebbles. Well, Pebbles ended up being the Throat’s Chancellor, officially named Bucephalus, but the nickname was sticking in Mesec’s mind. Not out of any disrespect for the thought-stone-seeking friend he had made, but rather out of affection. He had been happy to discover that the gold-touched stranger lived here and even happier to have the chance to spend some time with him and another of their herd mates on a journey to the Basin.

Mesec had been idle through most of the night, the intensity of the heat in Tallsun having worn on him to the point where he required more rest than usual. He hoped he would get used to it before too long, he wouldn’t be much use to anyone if he passed out every afternoon. Most of the others, it seemed, tried to stick to the oasis and any shade they could find in the resilient palm trees from mid-morning to late afternoon when the heat was at it’s most intense. Now, though, in the pre-dawn - he had set out to find something to do.

At the moment, he was still uncertain about where his place in this herd would be. What job would he take on? Return to the world of the spies like he had just started with when the sickness had taken Helovia and forced them into the caves? Try his hand at crafting or healing? Those were the three that stood out to him - he wasn’t quite ready to pledge himself as a warrior, though the appeal of learning to defend himself and others was enough to cause him to make a mental note to find Ampere and talk to her about learning some techniques.

At first, he had thought to seek out Ampere anyway - the blue mare on his mind more now that he shared a home with her - but chasing that one was the idea that maybe he should seek outside his comfort zone. Find someone he knew but not as well as he knew her. A familiar face that just might be able to give him advice on how he could be helpful.

The silver lining on his coat was beginning to lose it’s glow as the sun crested the curve of the horizon and he was no closer to finding Pebbles than he had been before. Finally, with the help of a friendly face he found by the lake, he had been sent in this particular direction and silver eyes were peeled for any sign of the pegasus and his hawk companion.

PILLAR STUFF! @[Bucephalus]
Can't stop won't stop calling him Pebbles <3


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