The stroll wasn't all that bad, considering.

The breezes that slipped off of the backs of the mountains were a welcome respite from the smothering humidity of the Threshold. With a slight grin gracing his dark lips the horned stallion sashayed his way toward the Aurora Basin with the lovely Zyanya as his guide. From time to time he would turn his attention to her cream-and-starlight form, adoration and contentedness dripping from his pores.

What a gift, she was! What an absolute godsend. Her presence filled Skyfall with the urge to craft and create and weave, to bless the universe with silks and jewels in a way that he had thought was lost to him. With a sigh, the lithe gent forced his mind away from the precipice upon which it balanced; the memories below a blackened trench of dread and forlorn tears. He had been only a few months into his life, into that first spring, when he had discovered his abilities.

Prancing alongside his mother, prattling away about the colors, the patterns, the textures, the liveliness and beauty of it all, when a shaft of sunlight through leaves had caught his young eye. Slim as a twig, the bloody-coated child had pranced toward the light, his heart singing hymns and praises to the simple majesty of such a sight. As he had neared, Skyfall had felt a slight twinge in his gut, as if a line was attached to his belly and was pulling him ever closer to that golden stream of light. He had tilted his head and paused only briefly before reaching out that soft muzzle to touch the sunlight.

As soon as he had made contact, the pillar of golden glow had began to unravel. Skyfall had caught the sunlight-made-solid on his horns, spinning and pivoting until the cloth was draped loosely about him, snipped to an end by whatever force within him that had begun the whole thing. He had laughed, then, a melodic sound brought on by innocent joy and new discovery...

Snapping back into the present, guided by the voice of his Doll, Skyfall gave his head a slight shake, banishing the memories back to the saddened pit where they belonged. Turning his attention to the delicate mare by his side, the stallion's lips folded into an indulgent smile as he took in their surroundings, though his eyes always found their way back to Zyanya. With a nod, the crowned rogue took Zyanya's advice, opal eyes trained upon the terrain with a focus that belied his seemingly inattentive attitude.

It wasn't long before the pair of horned equines came upon quite the sight - two towering and rusted contraptions built to the likeness of equines. Brows raising, Skyfall felt admiration pool within his chest at the magnificent dedication and craftsmanship that must have brought the two sentinels into existence. Swiveling an ear to Zya Doll - as he had taken to calling her in his mind - as she spoke, Skyfall nodded sagely.

"Of course," Came his reply, accepting easily the prospect of Milo and his brother's happiness, "A lot of love went into creating them, only makes sense that they would be happy to have love given to them still. Especially in the form of a name. You're very sweet to do that." Flicking his cream colored tail, Sky nodded a greeting toward each of the towering machines, "Hello, there, I'm Skyfall. Lovely to meet your big, cold, metal acquaintances."

Moving so that he stood beside his lovely Zya Doll, the newest Aurora Basin hopeful waited patiently, hoping that he'd be allowed to join the lives of those hidden in the frigid valley.

If not for the melodic voice of Zya Doll, the lithe stallion would have gone absolutely mad from waiting. Luckily for him, though, the porcelain creature at his side was a soothing balm to his frayed nerves and proved to be a glimmering light to combat his encroaching doubts. Thankful grin blossoming over darkened lips, Skyfall lowered his head to the cerulean lass' level before responding, opal eyes shining with pride, "I used to, sweet thing. Once upon a time, I could weave light into cloth and grow beautiful gems from plants."

There was a melancholy note in his voice now, a faint echo of the gaping hole in his chest where magic used to be, "But my passage into Helovia... I'm not sure what happened. I lost my magic somewhere along the way." His head hung lower, the weight of the admission pressing down upon his shoulders and spine in a such a way that felt as if he might shatter. Still, even with the mountain of grief that dug so painfully into his heart, Skyfall smiled as his Zya Doll asked after friendship. With a breathy laugh and the light bump of his side against her own, the horned gent cocked a brow and nodded, "Why, Zya dear, we'd stay friends beyond the grave. You think I'd let some mountains and weird location break us up?"

He would have continued, would have pledged his heart and soul to the preservation of their newly found friendship, but another had approached. Straightening, the blood colored rogue gave a careful nod, his face a mask of polite interest as he quickly assessed the woman that stood before them. Pink as a spring dawn and horned just as Zya Doll, the woman carried herself with a sense of aplomb that seemed to be rather common in Helovia. Bejeweled skull cocking daintily to the side, Skyfall offered a smile as the woman introduced herself, nodding along as Zya Doll answered for them both.

"Yes, exactly as she said," his honeyed voice slid through the toasty air with ease, tail flicking along as if in agreement, "I would be honored to make a home amongst you and your people, Lady. I know a thing or two about creating things and growing plants, I could be of service some way or another."