While Mesec was still undecided on what his role should be in the Edge - that is, which rank he should join and start contributing to the herd as - there were still a few things that he could do to help out in the meantime. The Patrols, keeping his eyes open for any reappearances of Kisamoa, and of course the Threshold was always somewhere to visit. Helovia had a habit of drawing in lost souls from other places in the world and even those who had left Helovia once but might return.

He would not deny that there was a small hope in his heart that one day he would come to this forest where Helovia’s borders began and he would see d’Artagnan, his father, again. But while his silver eyes scanned the trees, hoping for a glimpse of bay and silver, he spotted someone else entirely. Someone, from this distance, who looked young and very much alone. There wasn’t any hesitation in the black and silver tribrid, adjusting his wandering course so that he could go over and, at the very least, make sure they were okay.

His zephyr companion was not near him today but rather taking advantage of the trip to the Threshold to hunt the creatures that lived here. There were some particularly chatty squirrel-like creatures that Lucius favoured, they made the most delicious snacks.

As he trekked through the snowy forest, Mesec scowled at these thoughts of his carnivorous companion - and did his best to ignore all the rest that followed.

Although he had first taken the stranger to be a yearling, as Mesec approached he realized he wasn’t totally sure about what age they would be. The stallion (colt?) looked young, that was for sure. Not that it particularly mattered - Mesec would’ve gone to say hello to anyone that he came across here - but there was a certain paternal instinct he was becoming aware of now that he had foals, something that encouraged him to help and protect those younger than him if he could.

He whickered softly, hoping to alert the stranger to his presence without being too startling. Though, he supposed, with his black and silver coat he hardly blended into the Frostfall forest. He paused a respectful distance away, keeping a few metres between them, his silver eyes and voice kind and touched with concern when he spoke. “Hello there. Are you lost?” That seemed a pretty fair question to ask in the Threshold, right? Mesec was a little out of practice with the whole “recruiting” thing but he had never felt right leaping right into the whole spiel about homes and herd-lands.

He wasn’t the only one to find the sight of the striped stallion curious enough to investigate - but then, new faces always drew a crowd in the Threshold, whether they wished it or not. He wouldn’t doubt it if someone else, beyond the butterfly-winged mare appeared before very long. He even cast a curious look behind him, checking to see if his thoughts would somehow encourage another face to materialize from the trees surrounding them.

Although Mesec hung back, Myrrine (as she introduced herself) boldly invaded the personal space of the small stallion. But, he supposed, a mare with butterfly wings was difficult to find intimidating. He frowned slightly to himself but did not comment on the matter, his attention instead focused on the stranger and gauging his comfort level.

Mesec felt bad because he did not recognize Myrrine at all, and she claimed to recognize him. Perhaps, like Tiamat, she had met his children and recognized the distinct silver and black colouration? This didn’t seem the time to inquire, however, and instead he joined in with the introductions. “It’s very nice to meet you, Arihari. And you as well, Myrrine. My name’s Mesec.” He smiled at them both, dipping his silver-touched head in politeness before his soft gaze focused on Arihari once more. The small stallion did not seem to recognize the name Helovia, and it made Mesec curious about where he might have come from. How big was the world beyond this forest? “Like Myrrine said, this is Helovia - it stretches from here to the coast in the west, and a little north and south to the oceans there as well.” That was, Mesec thought, the least overwhelming way to describe the land that Arihari had walked into. A quick introductory course on a land that could get very complicated very fast.

“I..” He stumbled, hesitation interrupting the sentence that had been forming before his thoughts reorganized and he tried again. He really was out of practice with this whole ‘Helovia Welcome Wagon’ culture that existed in the Threshold. “I’m from a herd land called the World’s Edge - it’s on the western coast, a rich place of forests - and you’d be welcome to spend some time there, even if you’re looking for somewhere safe to rest.” If Arihari had not been heading anywhere in particular there wasn’t anything Mesec could do to help him get back on track, so he hoped the offer of a haven, if not a home, would at least be something on the right track. He was careful to keep his tone gentle and unassuming, only wishing to try to be of some help if he could.