With his sister by his side, there's nothing the pirate cannot do. His strides are strong and sure, his heart full of joy and love for the woman that runs beside him. Even his ever-present sorrow takes a back seat to the sheer love for life that flows through him as he realises he is home now, that Helovia is the sort of place where he can really lay down his roots. Instead of planning to leave as soon as he has reclaimed his items from the thieves, Bartholomeo now thinks he will stay here for the forseeable future.

Aelfwine would probably kick his ass if he even mentioned leaving, he thinks with a grin.

Through the forest they travel, and the stag's nimble yet powerful body carries him across fallen logs and shrubbery at a headlong canter. He's not sure where he's going, but lots of others are headed in that general direction too, so he assumes there is something of interest there.

The pirate slows as he reaches a crowd, and his mossy green eyes scan around to see the source of the commotion. There's a tree, decorated with the belongings of dozens of horses, and a....turtle? How unusual. The stallion snorts and moves closer, tilting his head to question his sister. "Are talking sea-creatures the norm here, then?" he murmurs to her, bemused but intrigued. It seems the others are placing something of importance to them upon the tree, and with a frown the stag shakes his mane to reveal a small fragment of antler. He'd shed it the first time he fought, in a bout of frenetic horn-slams for dominance, and he remembers how intrigued Jack had been with the little bit of bone. It's scarred and furrowed from both the original fight and the ensuing years of wear and year, but the strange little trinket is surprisingly special to the stallion. It pains him to part with it, but he intends to take it back.

Closer he moves, until he can place the small piece of bone onto the tree. "A tine from the first time my antlers were damaged in a fight." His words are directed at the turtle, in case the seemingly sentient creature is interested. A few months ago he would have had dozens more interesting things to offer, but alas, the thieves saw fit to strip him to the bare minimum.

With skill in the air that he could only have dreamed of a few months ago, Arakh angles his way through the trees. Although his technique still leaves a lot to be desired, the colt now has enough agility and strength in his wing-arms to maneuvre himself through the tight spaces of the forest, and he can stay airborne for as long as he wants. There's a whole new world for the grullo calf now that he can fly, and he spends countless hours soaring through Helovia, examining the world he now thinks he owns.

With a tilt of his feathered wings, Arakh lands heavily in the clearing. His first thought isn't the decorated tree or the talking turtle - it's his sister, because if she's here, she'll probably be terrified. Lifting his proud bull-horned head, the colt gives a series of bleats, trying to determine if sister-calf is here in amongst the sea of legs. He worries for her daily, and he knows such a crowd could deeply upset her.

Moving forwards, it occurs to the calf that others seem to be putting something precious of theirs onto the tree. He frowns, and feels the weight of the clay figurine in his mane that Esinakh made him - somehow it is just too precious to give to the tree. What if he doesn't get it back, if it gets lost in the chaos? No, he's going to keep that little clay figure safe upon his person, to forever remind him of his sister even when they're apart.

Instead he pulls out a feather that he keeps entwined in his mane. Unlike so many of his siblings, Arakh did not take one of Gaucho's feathers when the Wildfire died, seeing it as needlessly gruesome and maudlin. Instead, one of his own grullo feathers rests in his mane, which he'd shed during his first attempted flight under the Wildfire's tuition. It reminds him of his father, and he cherishes it deeply. Reluctantly he drops it on the tree, careful to note where it is so he can get it back later. "This feather from first time Arakh flew. Reminds Arakh of his Ave." The large colt glowers around, daring anybody to mock his choice of item.