Cloven hooves and furry paws charted a path northwards, the air getting cooler the further they travelled. The two vulpines took to hunting along the way, Inari teach Ríona the ups and downs of catching prey, by the time they reached the Threshold the young kitsune had learnt a new thing or two. Yet, something else troubled Sacre, enough to quiet him along the way (which was quite a feat). The world seemed… Odd? Like an old, eerie house that creaked and moaned in desolation, but not quite? It made the youthful crafter begin to wonder if something was happening or about to happen. Like the wraiths and the murders; Helovia was never undisturbed for long. It was a piece of wisdom one learned fast. He wondered if anywhere else in the world was like this place, going from one phenomenon to another. Maybe horses in other lands lived long and uneventful lives whilst those here lingered under the shadow of the unpredictable, not knowing if tomorrow was going to coat them in darkness once again. With this uneasiness, Sacre entered the Threshold.

He took his mind off the nervous thoughts by scouring around for any wild-eyed newcomers skittishly making their way into a new land. Perhaps the scent of an old guard would come to him, doing the same job as he, looking for the new blood to recruit. However, Sacre was a little confused as to whom to try recruit, their home was an island cut off by sea. Were they to make a key for every inhabitant without one? Wasn’t that dangerous? His own key was tied back into his mane once again, safely nestled against the side of his neck, never to leave for hopefully a rather long time. That was unless the land magically grew back. The crafter still wasn’t sure about the new bridge, even though he helped make the key; it still felt like they had cut off the rest of the world. Like ignorance was the answer. It didn’t feel right, but Sacre trusted the Sultan who had made them prosper for seasons and so said nothing of his muddled thoughts and feelings.

The young stallion rounds another corner and runs into a ditch, where a coloured mare rested. Pleasantly surprised, Sacre came to a halt with Inari and Ríona sitting beside him, watching the winged horse curiously. "Hey! Can I help? Are you new here?" The red stained crafter began, his glorious tones leaving his mouth in happy song as he greeted the stranger. He stayed back, giving her space out of courtesy as he waited to see if she would answer.

Creatures who appeared in the Threshold weren’t always friendly, after all.

@[Artillery]

"Sacre" the colt brightly answers, his name falling off his tongue in a nasal sound. Blessed, cherished, sacred. The youth had no idea what his mother had planned for him when bestowing such a name upon his soul, or perhaps she had simply loved him that much. He wondered if others thought it silly or perhaps none didn’t know of its meaning. "How d'ye do, Artillery" he nodded exuberantly to the elder mare, hoping to make her feel at peace in this strange land she walked into. He wondered what had made her travel here, was she a simple explorer looking for something exciting? Or perhaps looking for family? His time wondering the Threshold had given him chance to see many different stories. Yet, before he had chance to ask her about it she was already ahead of him, staring pointedly at his companions whilst phrasing a confused sentence. The young stallion smiled gently "these two are my friends, a fox Inari and a kitsune, Ríona. They mean no harm, it’s in a fox’s nature to be curious" the two vulpines dipped each small beady eyed head when their names were spoken.

”Has she never seen a fox before?” Inari asked down the mental bond with astonishment. Sacre offered him a single glance of ‘I don’t know’ before his gaze snapped to a newcomer.

A stallion of dunalino colour and a unicorn that introduced himself as Rohan. The red stained youth had not seen this one before. He was covered in stripes and hair, standing a full hand higher than Sacre, making him feel a little inadequate beside him. The newcomer was also rough featured unlike his own refined Arab blood though they shared a runner’s leanness. The stallion shook his head free of thoughts that kept comparing himself to this Rohan, convinced in his own sadness that he would never reach such a level of raw edged handsomeness. "Well met Rohan, I’m Sacre of the Dragons Throat" he introduced himself with the same vibrant voice despite his depressing thoughts.

He catches the glance of the mare then and smiles crookedly, shrugging to her unspoken question. ”I don’t know him” he replies back in his shrug and laughs along with her.

Finally, Sacre casts a frown skyward and then back to his company "do you seek a home in these lands?" he asked of both of them really, not knowing the origin or destination of either of them.

@[Rohan] :D <3!