The road of the traveler is one Isorath had walked frequently, the skies and land had felt the beat of his wings and the weight of his hooves time and time again. Like fire, he cannot stay still for long, at least without a reason worthy to tilt his antlered cranium with interest. Stagnation inevitably bred laziness and complacency in the end, while he was known to give in to such vices with comfortable ease, there came a time where he simply moved on.

Moved on he had away from the comforts he had built for himself, and found himself in the company of another. The sundancer is a stark contrast to everything he is, and while he begrudged her presence more often than not, she lessened the long stretch of silence in the night. When the nightmares and the memories hung over his head like a crown full of daggers, when the wind whispered words he wished he could forget.

More often than not, she was the gentle voice which soothed over the lashing his tongue was quick to give. A frequent happening, given Isorath's appalling track record and dismal view of nearly all they had come across.

Izzy..I think we're lost. Izzy. Her pet name caused an ear to dip back against his styled locks, followed by the other in one elegant motion. The sunfire orb within his antlers swelled and burned brighter in the next moment, any other day, they would of been pressed against the stark white strands for a moment. Then they would of flicked forward once more, accompanied by one of his usual barbs.

Today, she had a point, as much as he's loathed to internally admit it. They are lost. The treeline is never ending, one tree looked exactly like the other, paths bled and entwined until they were hardly able to tell them apart. An exasperated breath is exhaled from pale nostrils, and his head tilted to regard her with slitted eyes. "What makes you say that, Era?" He asked, words laced with sarcasm. "Is it the feeling of perhaps we've passed this particular set of trees before? Or that particularly large rock?" His tail punctuated his words with a swift jab toward the moss covered boulder in the question and then retreated around his hocks.

"This is why you need wings." Isorath stated after a stretch of silence, his own winged appendages loosened from his sides to grip their fingers into the earth, resigned to the fact they were indeed lost. "It would of made things easier if we both could fly over this infernal forest."

"Speech."