What had changed them? It was a question many had asked, and Isorath had no answer to give. The scars had never healed right, interlocked with one another so deeply, to pick at one would reopen them all. Words choked up in his throat and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. It was like describing the world in colours everyone else never knew existed. Erasvet doesn't prod the wounds, and they found themselves content with that, her open ears and patient demeanor do more for his wounded soul than he would ever realize. It's better to let the monsters slumber, than to chase them from their caves and lay them bare beneath the sun.

"Oh?" She huffed, a brow rose as lilac pools flicked their gaze toward the offending stump in question. The amusement flowed easily enough as a delicate looking leg stepped aside, "so it does. Look at that, you're one step closer to becoming the most observant creature in existence." There's much less bite in their words than last time she'd aimed her barbed tongue, but it does not mean her humor is without teeth. He's not surprised when the brief silence is then filled by Erasvet's own brand of wisdom in retort to his dislike of her lack of wings. She has a point, begrudgingly, but it is not something he'd wish to concede. This would have gone much more smoothly if they could have simply flown than walked, Isorath had never done well with confined spaces. The suffocating branches and thick canopy were eerily too close to the barbed wire forest of his mind.

Whatever words had formed on Isorath's tongue were silenced as Erasvet fell to a pointed silence, a clear signal that they weren't alone anymore. He shifted in place with a subtle movement of his porcelain hooves as their attention was drawn to the first visitor and her bird companion, one fluid motion that swung her scaled head toward the gilded appaloosa. It is strange, that much he would agree with his companion, that suddenly there would be strangers to guide them, when before there were none. The forest had been silent, except the sound of bird calls and annoying critters underfoot. Why now, all of a sudden?

Isorath offered no reply, and remained as silent as Erasvet did. Eyes pinned on the newcomer until a second one appeared. Helovia. Finally a name to this dreadful spit of forest and the lands they'd stumbled into. "I wonder where they were twenty minutes ago, then we wouldn't have been debating over whether the stump or the rock was familiar." She offered dryly in her dulcet tones, a porcelain ear dipped toward the flame coloured mare at his side. The grey and gold colt received a less skeptical look when glittering amethysts turned his way, if only for the way he gazed at her, and then to the companion at his side he'd introduced. Vanity was one of his lesser sins, and one he readily allowed himself to entwine around his pale body.

Again, he's beaten to the punch by Erasvet and finally his attention is turned back to her, but not without a brief wink aimed at the sunlit colt. "You have a terrible habit of beating me to it, Era, I'm starting to think you do it on purpose." He sniped with a irritated sigh, raising his head higher as the sunfire orb between his crowns burned brighter. "Trying to stop me saying something?" The third arrived soon after his words faded into the winds memory, and her warning only furthered added to the growing questions beginning to pile in his mind. The champagne mares words struck a chord within him, he had thrown his life to meaningless causes and he'd ended up like this. "Only fools dedicate themselves to meaningless causes, and we are no fools." He huffed with an airy laugh. "As Erasvet said, we are merely here to find an exit." She stated as a smile appeared on her pale muzzle, the faintest hint of sharpened canines poking from beneath her lips.

"So, tell us about Helovia." Her head tilted to the fraction to the left as she spoke, the braided tassels of her hair swung with the momentum as they framed her sharp features. Her attention flickered back to Matheo for a moment, then to the gilded appaloosa and finally to the champagne mare, a silent invitation for them to all speak. "Matheo mentioned something about the Dragon's Throat, I assume there are more places?"

"Speech."