The loud calling song was answered almost immediately by the astral stallion, he wandered close to the sheer edges and the grassy plateau's most of the day when he was not so immersed in his own thoughts. World's Edge was worlds apart, and so was Helovia upon further reflection, than the titan sized philosopher's home isle, so different than Thal'Sharah and it's skyward boughs and the alabaster temples that danced between shimmering pools.

Luminescent pools of liquid starlight broke through the dense and misted canopy first, peering at the one who had summoned them and then to the already gathered. A deep and breathy laugh escaped his pale muzzle as he finally broke free of the mists and out on to the meeting ground, the mirth directed at the Pegasus mare's jesting greeting to the elephantine sized stallion who had summoned them in the first place. He was tall, as tall as most of the stallions who called his homeland their own, and he'd hazard a guess he was only a smidge taller than Alune himself.

"Yes, I believe you called." Leonine tail coiled at his hocks as he stopped next to the Mares, silver strands catching the wind where they danced freely, pale waves upon an unseen ocean. Eyes having settled on the plains marked stallion now, their sharp, probing observation hidden behind the veil of a much gentler, inquisitive gaze. It was his design to be keen, and to look for the signs of a body betraying the heart and mind — but also appear as a serene creature to those who gaze upon him, as when one glanced to the pearl orb in the sky, and to incur his wrath was to bring the very moon's vengeance upon the unworthy. Though the wrath of his white lady was now far from his grasp, the last tendrils of her protection had waned the further he had traveled — he would endure to garner the affection and worthiness of his Dark Lady here.

For he revered and admired the Goddess, whether she was the very essence of the moons tranquil glow, or made of the cloaking shadows she governed over.


Will introductions be apart of this? Ears flicked temporarily with this thought, the gathered faces were just that to him, faces without names — that to would make him a stranger to them also. Whether or not he would, was of little concern to him, they had been called here for far greater things than a new comers warm welcome and introduction, he perceived.