“Shall we go?”

Sacre asked his foxes as he too had caught the vision of a sea mangled horse atop a coral, where a bridge now lie to access it, but his two beady eyed friends seemed less inclined than they usually would to chart a course to the gathering crowd. Whilst they were curious and enthralled by what was happening, all three companions couldn’t help but remember the last time something weird had happened in Helovia… back then he had lost two family members. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was happening this time, though just from looking he couldn’t see Roux in the crowd or anyone he knew in particular apart from the Edge Queen. Between where he was now and the cluster of strangers—the present felt very lonely and isolating. With that one depressing thought he had his answer to the question he had asked his two fox friends. Yes; he would go see what was causing the commotion. Otherwise he’d mope himself to death watching the magic from a distance like the pitiful sob story he was turning into. Besides, there was a crowd of horses over there he had never met before.

The weight of two small friends jumped onto his back and the blue eyed fox boy began to make his way across the spontaneously convenient bridge that had formed seemingly on command by this… sea horse? By the time he had shuffled his way into the crowd, pardoning himself if he bumped into anybody on his mission to get a better look, most of the questions he had had already been asked. Suppose that was the consequence of being fashionably late to the party. Settling into a stand near two fillies, Sacre took the chance to look around to see if he had missed Roux, but to the sinking of his heart he found no sign of his red twin.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the sea creature who had called them over, his eyes bright with intrigue and devilment. Should he say hello or was that stupid? He already looked a little odd as his two foxes tried to scramble up his neck to the top of his head to get a better view. “Have the Gods sent you?” he asked of the sea horse instead, wondering suddenly if perhaps this was the four of them meddling or maybe this was a God, like the Riftian Gods and an imposter. Besides, it wasn't a simple task to create your own bridge in a moment and call the residents of Helovia forth with one call. Why had it waited so long to meet them? Why now? Was something going to happen? The edges of his expression echoed with wariness and a reluctance to openly greet the new stranger, even though his face was brightly lit with his genuine, boyish smile.

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He's stood somewhere near Vastra and Kolr.