What was he doing at the Threshold at this hour? He was a creature of habit, and habit dictated he be asleep at the Edge at this hour in order to be awake with the rising sun. Though the night was cold, it was not as cold as the evenings of Frostfall- and he had managed to sleep through those. So it was not the cold that kept him awake. It was likely the brightness of his Lady Moon. She was almost in contest with her Sun brother, though her light was ethereal and cool- not harsh like daylight.

So the great titan meandered through the trees, seeking the thinner parts of the forests for the better lighting. The ground was sludge, to be certain, though it was thicker now than it was this afternoon, lacking the melting warmth of daytime. It clung to his hooves, his fetlocks, and the wiry strands of his thick, black tail. He supposed it was time to find a pool to bathe in now that weather was becoming warmer.

Movement attracted his deep blue gaze. The moonlight alit on an exotic wraith, smooth pink skin almost pearlescent in the gentle white light. Her sculpted features looked to be feminine, but she was so unlike any creature he had seen that he could not be certain. The silken hair on her rump caught and glowed in the moonlight. The elephant was entranced, slowly approaching.

His rapture was broken as he realized the reason for her glowing fur was that she was trembling- visibly shivering in the night’s coolness. Indeed, as he approached, her heard the audible clacking of shivering teeth. Immediately his strides grew longer, carrying him closer to the mare in order to share his warmth. Though he, himself, detested the cold, he found his immense size radiated a considerable amount of heat.

As he approached, another stallion, equally as captivated by the look on his face and stare of his extraordinary silver eyes, also advanced on the mare. The blood bay unicorn reached her first, and he heard him extend a welcome. The elephant nodded a greeting to him, though turned his attention to the lady as he reached them, “I second his welcome,” his deep voice rolls through the stillness of the night.

“I am Tembovu, of the World’s Edge here in Helovia,” he continues his deep voice, though it is quieter than its normal booming volume, “May I ask from where your exotic beauty comes?” His azure gaze, turning a light blue in the moon’s illumination, is caught by her vivid golden eyes. They were almost eerie as they glowed in the darkness, striking pools against the delicate, unpigmented skin of her face. He takes a halfstep closer, wishing to share his body heat with her trembling body, “You are lucky to have missed Frostfall, for I don’t think your coat would do much against the freeze,” he offered a lopsided smile with his easygoing comment.