Light already filtering through the trees had begun to stir him. Dawn was among the blue. He had spent most of the previous day ambling from thistle meadow, slinking past lovers in the secret grove until he finally rested at the foot of two palms in the endless blue. 
When his eyelids finally flicked open he immediately searched for Carlisle - she had joined him on his brisk journey to the sea. Before he slept he can remember chasing his sister through the waves in the last of the cowering sun. His painted sibling was no where to be seen. 
stretching his bulky neck he shifted his long splashed legs out in front of him before pushing up, standing tall on his marble feet. 

Tilney had only fond memories of the beach. He could remember the brief summer he had spent with Byron, Carlisle and Aelfwine by the sea. The latter two were most likely too young to remember their desperate attempts to scale cliffs before the old mares from their herd came to scowl an growl while the former would have golden memories of that time. Byron was a stallion with such a connection to the sea; Carlisle was quite convinced he must of fallen in love with a kelpie or something. Byron was always found lurking by salty rocks and sand.

The bronzes thoughts began to drift away, memories dissapear from his gaze and replace with with the present when he heard a voice against the salty breeze. Bronze ears pricking, he turned his nose down the beach to find a grey mare chanting at the wind. Distressed she seemed, mane and tail fighting against her porcelain bodice to flow with the wind. 
He took a few stretching steps before he began on his way down the beach towards the grey. 
"are you alright?"  He whispered. Her ghostly, scarred and torn appearance didnt frighten him. In his short five years he had seen worse. "are you lost...?" .

As he approached he noticed her curl up, pull all the air around her into her lungs as if he was about ot shout once again and so he stopped steadily on his haunches. But finally he had caughter her gaze and that same gasp of air was released.  "Oh, I didn't mean to startle you!" was all he could think to say. He hoped he hadn't annoyed her. "No, My Dear. I'm not lost" was her careful response.
Next the smaller fae introduced herself. Glasgow. it was a precious name; It reminded him of lights, he wasn't sure why. 

Though a deep jagged scar kept her dainty face in a gruesome smile, he could see the natural curl of her lips; she was smiling towards him kindly. His look of concern turned to his usual friendly countenance. "I am Tilney" the brute responded. "I once haled from the Basin, though I haven't been back for a long time... Things may have changed. I travel a lot you see" he whistled cheerfully, though the thought of not having a home like he once did in the basin saddened him. His stay there was so short; perhaps he could find something more permanent. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" The gold stag whispered. If she wanted him to forget he'd ever seen her cursing at the sky he would, but first he would make sure she was alright and not in any dispair.



@Glasgow

His gave on her was careful and sure; he watched her glassy eyes for any emotion. Naturally he was gifted with a lot of empathy but this soul was hard to figure. Troubled and torn she was. Glasgow mentioned she didnt expect anyone to be up as early as she was and he laughed softly. He was up as soon as the suns first rays graced the land, and he slept as soon as it left. Tilney relied on the sun for more then just the nourishment it provided nature and the grass he ate; his whole liveliness evolved around the sun. Without a light he was left dead blind.

Thought wondered to her land. She was from the Edge, a place he sadly had never been nor heard much about. He hoped perhaps she would tell him about it. Glasgow chirped to him about how she too travelled and a wide smile crossed his muzzle. "I just love exploring, don't you?" he cheered, his two front feet dancing with excitement before crashing back into the pale sand.

The grey answered his query and his smile stuck. He could tell she was upset, but his company seemed to be cheering her. The offer came of accompanying her to the Edge, and nothing could excite him more. "I would love nothing more!" he chanted, his two front hooves again clapping against the sand in excitement. When the fae stepped forwards, he stood tall, smile reaching high up his cheeks. 
"I hope you dont mind me calling you a friend...."
It almost sounded as though she was asking permission to be his friend and it startled him slightly.
"Of course I dont mind!" He turned on his haunches, gently nipping the crest of her neck as he swept past her and bolted off in whatever direction he sensed the edge was (which was likely the opposite to where they should be going.) 
"come on Glasgow!" 

Glasgows musical voice rang in his audits; He had gone the wrong way. A bellowed laugh escaped his ribs and he softly turned, flicking his mane and shaking his head with the breeze. It only took a few strides to catch up to the much smaller mare. Shortening his lopes he could easily canter beside her, verdent eyes eagerly watching the trees ahead. He darted beside her between trees and over brush until his lungs began to ache, and looking ot the small mare he could see she too was struggling. Breathlessly he laughed, shaking out his mane once again before he slowed to a gentle walking pace.
"dont worry!" he laughed, gaze finding hers  "there's no way I can run all the way either" .

He was breathless, and the initial excitement was leaving him. Now he would relax and enjoy the trek to the Edge. Glasgow had asked him what else he enjoyed and he went deep into thought. So many things. "I love listening to the birds" he began. ""I love to climb to see views, I love to swim... lots of things!"