The mists came with there own greeting as Hector's flight took him slowly to the ground, hooves gently arriving upon the soil of the Worlds Edge. It was a roundabout way of going home, where one would simply fly over the thistles and across the heart Hector's route was much wider. The weather was colder too. Orange hair hung limp from his leonine tail and feathers felt heavier than normal. He tucked his overly large wings into his damp sides, shuffling them until they sat comfortably, and then looked about his surroundings. He stood not far from the cliff edge and at the brim of the winter stricken forests, their bare branches like something out of a scary story. Hector shivered at the unwelcoming feel this land gave, he could hardly see much in front of his own face for the thick mists.

A sigh of impatience blew from his mouth as he walked past the first tree and stopped once more. Clearing his throat to project his booming voice better. "I bare a message for the ears of the Dragon Heart" his vocals sank through the trees, their branches creaking and swaying in the winds. Hector began to plan his route home whilst he waited, thinking on all the things he wanted to do once he got back. Maybe he'd stop off at the heart for some exploring. He gave the blackening skies a disapproving look, the way home was far enough already without an added complication of stormy conditions.

The orange stag shuffled further into the wooded area unconsciously and waited patiently for somebody to answer.

She came but most certainly not in the way he had expected. Orange pools were wide as a little golden dragon sent a call to him, and that would have been wonder enough but all had not been seen, for another dragon came into his presence. This was much bigger than the miniature above, yet she was of acceptable horse height. Her scales marvellous and gold, claws drawn as she came down onto the surface, wings so large and a tail that could probably route whole regiments in a single swing. He had heard about her shifting form in briefing from the Throat but nothing could really prepare the poor steed for true appearance of Mirage the DragonHeart. Hector stood, mouth agape, as he tried to rearrange his thoughts into something coherent and come to terms with the fact that maybe he wasn't the only 'strange horse' in Helovia.

"I- Errm-" his booming voice faltering for a moment before he swallowed and began again. "Paladin the Valiant entrusted me to relay this message to you, due to injuries he cannot make the journey himself." Hector was beginning to wonder if Paladin had chosen not to come here for other reasons than just injury, orange pools still looking at Mirage in awe.

"He asks that you speak to my leader, Kri the Resolute, on behalf of him. Explaining the reasons he had taken Chiefdom of the Foothills, he says you had already agreed to do this." His task was complete, he had relayed the message and honoured a tender alliance. For now he would wait for the response of the Edge Leader before making his journey back home. He wondered idly if he should have offered his name. Was it polite or necessary in this instant? Hector had never been in such a situation before and he was unsure how to act.

Instead he waited for an answer.

[ooc; sorry for the shoddy post D:]

Hector dipped his head in acknowledgement that the DragonHeart had understood and his task truly was complete. He was about to excuse himself but she spoke once more, his orange pools watching her as his lobes drank each word put forward. A ripple of strange shock simmered through his body as the dark femme asked of his identity. There was still much the boy needed to learn about this land, it was so different from his old home, the strict rules did not apply here and it would take some time before her adjusted to it. A shy expression formed on his rather large features as he put thoughts into words and spoke. "There is not much to know, I am Hector, still new to this land and still learning as I go."

At first, he found her question baffling. Did his presence really suggest something else, Hector had been taking orders from others throughout his entire life. Although what Paladin told him wasn't exactly an order, Hector didn't really know how else to take it. If he had to fight, he would fight. If he had to carry messages, he would carry messages. Finally, he found the words that expressed his feelings the most and as quiet as his loud voice could manage, he voiced them to this mare. "I'm not sure what I look like to you, but I have two strong wings and four steadfast legs. I suppose, I had no real reason to reject the favour asked by Paladin." It was almost like he was repeating what his teacher had always said to him when he was made to do menial jobs, teacher never did take complaining very well and it had rubbed off on his pupil. Hector was the soul of practicality and duty.

He was still on his way home, the World's Edge was only a slight detour.