The tossing, the turning and the excruciating wait to see faces of old etched a permanent line of distress across Sacre’s young face. He wasn’t alone, but he felt alone. Summer had gone, the hues of vibrant orange had lost their vigour somewhat, leaving winters cold touch in unsaturated splashes and a wind colder than he was used to. Once upon a time, when Sacre had been a colt of the Basin, he used to dread the coming of winter. The blizzards in the mountains made them almost impassable and stopped him from exploring further than the bleak, icy realm. Now the cold air only served as a reminder of a Frostfall prison. Free. That’s all he had wanted to be. Now he was bound to an island, cut off from the world beyond unless you had a key, unless you had permission. Nature had not adorned him in wings, nature had not thought it necessary and yet they meddled with her ways, changing the landscape and those who inhabit it, as if they knew better. It was enough to question his own sense of ‘freeness’, but life had put affable faces before him and to those souls he was bound. To those souls he would serve and protect. No longer the wanderer of the wilds, but a craftsman of the orange south. A land he had grown a strong affinity with, despite their isolation.

He travelled across the canyon land with little neither aim nor goal, his youthful blue eyes drifting over the cold snow that touched the once warm land, though he knew it was much colder north. Eventually, his thoughtless wondering brought him to a familiar figure and a flickering fire. The wings on her head still cutely sprouted from behind her ears whilst the marks of a tiger gashed proudly on her fur, where the mahogany red touched the cold alabaster.

"Hey Maren!" Sacre called when he was a few strides away to the side of her. The yellow-eyed mare had brought him back and the colt hadn’t forgotten. "Thank you for last time… For bringing me home" he garnished her in his bright boyish smile as he dipped his head in thanks. Inari and Ríona dipped their vulpine heads too as they lingered by his side.

Finally, he turned to the crackling fire to pose his last curious question. "What are you doing?" Wasn’t this the fire of the Diviner? Was she trying to summon the Sun God?

@[Maren] hope you don't mind me jumping in ^^

He stood and waited; a simple wisp of a young stallion whose long black mane tangled around his protruding red horn and caressed a pair of eyes, that watched the holy mare with a growing unease. She neither invited him nor pushed him away and, instead, left him in the strange and bewildering abyss that was the awkwardness of acquaintance. Not yet friend enough to risk edging into her territory, but not quite strangers that it was okay for him to ignore the fact that she was there, in front of him. It also hadn’t crossed his mind that interrupting her rites and musings was over zealous of him, his infernal nosiness often getting the better of wise consideration making him often appear boisterous and… well… quite annoying really. Instead, he stood there with a boyish grin and a posture of bright openness, awaiting her illustrious response to his rather oddly formed and vague question. The Diviner was in front of the diviners fire ’what are you doing?’ he had asked. Sometimes one and one didn’t quite make two in Sacre’s vivacious mind.

His name fell from her chalk-lathered lips and that was all it took to unfurl his infectious smile in response. At least she had remembered that much about him. The stallion took a strange moment of joy in the matter as he dipped his head in humble response. The obvious answer came soon after and the answer was of their God and her wishes to contact him. The Sun God? Even though he lived in the fire deity’s lands, Sacre had never once come across the Sun God in his travels, only the Moon and the Earth. Not even the Time God, whose land he had previously lived in, had ever appeared before him.

What a peculiar coincidence.

“Have you met him often… Our God?” He asked with great curiosity. “I would like to meet him one day, perhaps, though I don’t know what I’d say” he laughed. What did one say to a God? It seemed somewhat shameful to always ask them for things, but did they have personal lives too? Was it odd or even wrong to ask a God 'how was your day?' Sacre decided he would quite like to ask the Gods about their day, for some reason, it seemed the answer would be more interesting than any other question. What did an immortal creator do for dinner? Do they even eat dinner? Do they eat? If so, what? If everything from the ground to the sky is theirs… Does it not get boring?

He was brought back from his thoughts by Maren’s voice “yes” he blurted in sudden response before he frowned to consider it properly. Why did she ask that? Did he look… Not alright?. “I- uh- I mean I’m fine thank you” he stumbled to rephrase his answer to not sound ridiculously rude.

“Are you?” He asked in return after a moment to regain his composure and not entirely sure what the situation was.

@Maren <333