Setting: Orangemoon, late afternoon/early evening

If finding Cera was going to prove to be a bit of a problem, finding one of the head healers was something else entirely. At least he knew who Cera was, had spoken to him (through briefly). All he had today was a name - Sikeax - but had no idea what she (he was pretty sure it was a she) looked like or where she was likely to be found. He really needed to become more proactive with learning the members of the herd, but that was part of the reason why he was looking for the heads of the different sections. The sooner he found out where he could be helpful, the better. Ampere could not be his tour guide forever, as pleasant as that would be.

Really pleasant, actually.

No, she had real business to worry about - being a gladiator and all - and he could at least handle these little missions on his own.

He paused with a thought, debating. Maybe he could go find her and see if she would help find this Sikeax… no. No, Mesec. You’ve got this. Shaking his head, the silver-lined shadow continued on his path.

The day was growing old, the rumbling of distant thunder in the distance threatened a storm but it did not look serious - just a storm out at sea - but the air had cooled down noticeably as the sun grew lower and lower. The demigod had been wandering most of the Throat, asking a few others for help - getting a confirmation that it was, in fact, a she that he was looking for - but no one seemed to know exactly where the Sun Physician was today or if she was even in the Throat. Which was fair enough, this meeting was rather impromptu and it wasn’t as though he had set up an appointment or anything.

Finding himself back at the oasis, Mesec side and opted for a break - a chance to graze upon the light grasses and think about where else he could look. Dark wings folded against his sides and the setting sun cast out golden rays wherever it could peak through the clouds. Where do healers hang out? Well, he would either run into someone that either happened to be who he was looking for or someone that would know where she was. If this continued, he’d probably go through the entire herd and eventually it would just be a process of elimination! Not an effective way to contribute but it kept him busy at least… right?

Mesec was just considering giving up his search for the day, finding somewhere quiet to spend the night when a gentle nicker alerted him that he was no longer alone. Pupiless eyes turn to see a mare standing nearby, blue light from her horn washing her features in a soft light. Was she acting cautious because of him? He wondered why but quickly realized that he was still a stranger in this herd. He had been careful to not make too many waves with his joining - though he had quickly found out a couple rumours started up around him. Complete strangers had been familiar with his name, with his heritage, and that was a rather uncomfortable feeling.

Still, at least he had not been met with any hostility. Just caution, like what this pale mare was exhibiting now. “Not at all!” His smile was warm as he greeted her, not pretending even a little bit about how her company was welcome. It was a little overwhelming just how many different faces there were to learn here in the Throat. He had done this before in the Foothills but things always seemed a little easier when you were younger… and he had his family there to help him - Ophelia and Roskuld. Now, without a rambunctious (to put it nicely) little sister to run around and introduce her ‘big bro’ to anyone and everyone he had to do it himself. “I’m Mesec.” He was trying to not shy away from company, especially that of strangers, trying not to become just a shadow in the back of the herd.

That was why he was trying so hard to find the right place for him, why he hoped finding Cera and Sikeax might help him. Maybe this mare could help? Well, maybe the best way to make friends wasn’t going to be to start asking everyone if they could help him find other people but after his search had come up empty, he figured it couldn’t hurt. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know who Sikeax is, would you? I’m supposed to find her and I’ve been looking all day…” The one thing that he had neglected to ask anyone that he had met today was what Sikeax looked like, so he might be better prepared for when he did run into her.

He wondered why she chose to linger on the outskirts, or what had brought her further into the herd, but Mesec decided that these questions were too personal to ask of someone that he had only just met. The curiosities were easy enough to put aside, there were other things that were on his mind - other things that they could discuss. She fell into step with him, moving along and he grabbed a mouthful of the autumn grass as he took another step.

The immediate change in her mood startled him at first, her reaction to his question to the point and it took a moment for him to realize that he hadn’t used the best phrasing when asking after the head healer in the Throat. Mesec stopped in his step so that he could to face her more completely, wings unfolding in a small motion that also showed her that there was no wounds hidden on his dark, silver-lined skin. “No, no I’m not hurt.” With only a small hesitation, only because he hadn’t worked out quite how to request what he wanted to talk to her about, he continued. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sia. Gaucho suggested I find you and talk to you, I’m trying to figure out where I would be helpful in the herd and the healers are one of the ranks I was considering - the crafters being the other.” Mesec did not know whether he would fit in with either of them but he hoped he’d be able to find a place with the herd so that he could actually start contributing. Knowing what he did now about the inherent healing magic that he possessed, perhaps he would be able to help her out even if he ended up joining the Crafters.

He hoped that Sia could help him, though he had to admit he wasn’t entirely sure what questions to ask her. How did you know if you were meant to be a Healer? Every decision that he made lately seemed to take so much longer as the concerns and thoughts muddled up his mind. “But if you’re not up for chatting about work right now that’s okay too.” He offered her an out, politely, with a tug at the corner of his mouth that quickly turned into a smile. “We can just keep walking and grazing and enjoying the evening.”