High above the icy plains a young heart was beating in the chest of a pegasus, it was pumping warm blood though the body of its creamy owner. It was a very faithful heart and it held many warm emotions. But this heart was also heavy, heavy with ha youth’s dark thoughts, heavy with the responsibility of holding another heart so close too itself. It was pumping unevenly, squirmed a bit under the weight its owner put on it. But the heart was a loyal one as well and it promised not to break under the youngling’s troubles, but even if it was working together with the boy most hearts often need external help to lift some of the load. Someone to listen to its fears and worries. However the heart of this young colt could not hope for that to happen with the company it was about to find itself with.

Cold wind brushed though white hairs and creamy fathers, combed though the tangled thoughts in the young stallion’s mind, cleared his head and made his lungs ache in a somehow pleasant way. But he could not shake the heavy feeling of his heart, could not ignore the fact that he was growing up - that he had responsibilities now that he’d made friends, now that he belonged to a herd. The herd thing was a big part of his troubles, he felt torn between two regions, he wanted to stay with the Throat herd due to, well, his responsibilities, but he preferred the climate at the Foothills. Then there was Lumina, his dark bay friend at the Oasis and Kiara a Qian daughter who could turn his heart inside out just by looking at him. Sure the Qian was welcome at the Oasis and sure if he left he could still visit Lumina, but what was the right thing to do?

Breeze’s black orbs scanned the steppe. He saw a herd of caribou midst all the whiteness, and there was something else… something fiery half obscure in white mist - steam?
The creamy colt started a descending spiral. He thought that anything that could keep his mind of things was welcomed so he zoomed in on the golden and white figure.

Small hooves touched icy ground a few yards from the object of interest which he couldn’t really see due to the light reflecting on the white snow. He landed in a trot and soon he stopped right before the… God! Breeze’s dark eyes widened and he almost sat down on his haunches. This was the Sun God, the God of light and Fire, the God who stood for everything Breeze didn’t prefer - warmth, daytime and rage amongst other hot feelings. The colt angled his ears back, he didn’t pin them too his neck, just turned them around and watched the God from under his forelock. Slowly he blinked and then swallowed. He ought to greet the God, right?

"Hail. God of Light and Fire" he mumbled and bowed his head mostly out of fear.