The scent of the Threshold filled into his blue tinted nostrils and ears swivelled from back to front atop his crown. Winter was still crowned and breath was easy to see on the crisp air, the smells of snow were once again ripe though if it would fall is unknown. Evers shivered and plunged onwards, happy to be out recruiting once more, it felt that things were finally settling down and he could now do his job properly. A job that was still daunting, many watched his moves and analyzed him for mistakes as he ruled jointly beside Svetlana and his brother, Archibald. Blue pools watched the horizon, wondering, wishing for somebody new to enter the land. It was a good bet, Helovia was flourishing with new steeds and mares, colts and filly, and some who were a mixture and Evers couldn't quite put his hoof on them. The ground crunched beneith his feet in places where there was less shade and the cold invaded, such beauty in this forest as each tree hung limp with frost colours of white and blue. They sparkled in the rare sunlight and were dazzling to the eye. Many complained about Frostfall, but the Chief of the Foothills had learnt to just get on and not complain, his mother would greatly disapprove of complaints. Mandrake was the only mare that truly mattered in his world.

Two scents intermingle on the clean air which make the blue's lobes twitch in interest. One he did not recognize, the other was distinctly arid and must be that of the Throat. He picked his pace up into a brisk trot and made his way over to the pair. Slight anxiety filtering into his every step, wondering whether it was foolish to be out here alone. I mean, a lot of other leads did this but when it came down to it fighting wasn't the blue's strong suit and a Leader was kinda a big target. Even if he was rather small in stature. Evers shook the thoughts from his mind and continued on in his quest to find the pair, wondering if this would be his first recruitment of the Foothills, plus he'd also get chance to send a message to Kri. If the one from the Throat was agreeable of course.

The first thing he saw was a dazzling array of purple and what at first seemed like a shower of stars. Evers blinked and cleared his mind, surely they were simple white spots but his mind seemed to want to play tricks on him. Her eyes of gilded qualities and wings of great magnitude, she surely was a sight and the Chief thought he was finally getting used to the sight of the winged species being around Svetlana all the time, but nothing had prepared quite for this strange pallet the mare wore.

The Throat boy was of his own species. Unicorn. Buckskin in colour and he seemed normal if it wasn't for his horn. Not that the blue could talk, now feeling the full weight of his six horns that clothed both sides of his neck, yet this stallion's was gnarled and wickedly twisted. Excruciatingly, it pierced one side of his face through cheek and mouth was where it stopped. Who were these two intriguing creatures he had now stumbled upon, he did not know the desert herd was harbouring such abnormalities. Did the poor boy get in an accident or was he simply born like that. Evers swallowed his sick feeling and instead made his greetings with a eloquent nod to both filly and steed.

"Welcome to Helovia" his words firstly directed at the femme. "I'm Evers the Able, Leader of the Foothills, is there something you came to this land for?" Before one could offer his lands as shelter or home one must now the intent of the other. All he had seen so far was her appearance, who was she? Friend or foe?

Next he turned to the intriguing unicorn and smiled politely. "Please convey my greetings to your leader." His voice was scholarly and quiet, there had been no official change in his title but Evers was already fulfilling his duties as a Diplomat lead. Archibald and Svetlana could handle the rest. The blue took a few steps forwards so he wasn't so far away from the pair but stopped with enough space to not be considered a threat. He noted the stallion was smaller than himself and took quite a lot of comfort in standing closer to him, not feeling like a complete dwarf for once in the presence of the other leads. Really, if they ever did choose a mason he ought to commission a box, so he could actually talk to them eye to eye instead of looking up all the time.

He stifled a laugh at the thought and watched the two curiously waiting. He was shy and softly spoken, but in truth he did enjoy recruiting, it meant he could meet such wonderful creatures and of course, bolster the ranks of his herd.

[ooc; woops, went a bit over board there xD Sorry for the essay]

A new voice was added to the discussion when Evers had finished what he thought was quite a fine little speech. Maybe it was only him that thought he sounded Chiefly but the thought gave him a boosted confidence. The scent was intensely familiar of that of his own land and Evers looked curiously at the femme who now introduced herself as Insanity, a Shadow. Blue pools warmly greeted her and he stashed the name away into his his slowly growing list. The one problem that came with more members was more names to remember, and Evers intended on knowing them all. After years of being a scholar, his memory had benefitted greatly. "I am glad our members visit the Threshold so frequently, Insanity" his voice was gentle and kind as he offered her a compliment before turning to the intriguing mare with rather large wings. A thought nagging at the back of his mind that something was bothering the little Insanity.

The blue boy's expression softened as the pegasus explained her circumstance, the death on ones mother must be hard to deal with. It was something Evers couldn't quite relate to, his own mother Mandrake always seemed indestructible, she was not his real mother but the roan couldn't remember his past before her. Mandrake was everything to he and his many brothers. The mare ruffled her wings and seemed downcast for a short moment before thanking the Shadow and introducing herself as Irrydae. Evers rolled the name around in his mind and decided it suited her, although it was unusual to his ears. Silence followed and his azure oculars turned to the other unicorn who seemed content to say nothing throughout the whole confrontation. The blue thought about saying something to him to try and get him involved, was the Throat so content to remain silent whilst recruiting. Or was there something else to this boy he was missing, did that horn that pierced his jaw so maliciously render him speechless. His theory was made more plausible when he shook his head in some kind of irritation and Evers winced at the painful looking horn. What had this child done to be deserving of such a curse?! Sympathy laced into his eyes and her turned away, not wanting to be rude but still wanting to help him... In a way he did now know. Instead he spoke for the boy and informed Irrydae of the three major regions.

"I'm sorry for your loss." His tone was laced in an apologetic tone, his eyes almost reaching out to her. So much pain in one small group. Evers gave a quick glance to the steed and spoke again. "The land in which you now stand is known as Helovia. It is the host of three major regions known as the Dragons Throat to the South, which our golden friend here comes from, the World's Edge to the West and the Windtossed Foothills to the North, the land where myself and Insanity comes from."

He paused a moment for breath and to formulate the regions into his mind. "Kri the Resolute leads the Throat and their land is made up of predominantly pegasus but other species are also found within their ranks too. As for the World's Edge, Mirage the DragonHeart leads a land that strives for a similar equality among species as my own." Mirage hadn't really been to vocal about what it was her beloved Qian wanted to achieve next, Evers respected her all the more. "Last but not least is my own land, Lead by Svetlana the StormChaser, my brother Archibald the Dauntles and myself. Our goal is to promote equality through a system set down by our predecessors. If you are of open mind and will live at peace with others not of your kind I will gladly welcome you into our land. You may also choose to live as an outcast, there are many other bands that roam Helovia but I'm afraid they keep their secrets well hidden."

He stopped for the final time. There. Evers had done his best to explain the regions as quick as possible and the rather vague alternative in the life of an outcast. The blue did know some information about the growing bands out there, but it was sensitive and he wasn't about to offend any of them by shooting off his mouth. Maybe she'd choose to live with more of her own kind or hopefully she would take his offer. Svetlana would be dearly happy to have another winged femme in the herd, they were the species they lacked in most after all.

With that he fell silent once more, allowing the new information to sink in and hoping he'd kept it brief enough not to overwhelm the mare before him. Instead he laid his eyes on Insanity and wondered if he'd be able to find her again once they returned home. Evers wanted to know what was bothering her or at least have the courtesy to ask, whether she'd tell him or not was up to the mare.

It was a new voice that replied first and made the little blue start in surprise as the golden steed moved into their growing circle. He had wings like the femme they were trying to convince before him apart from they contained more earthy colours than that of the starry Irrydae. The boy spoke in friendly tones and corrected the blue roan on his ignorance of the Throat. The Chief stored that bit of information away for later, finding it interesting that all three regions supported the equality act. So was this peace then? It was an intriguing notion in its own way, all it would take was one of the outcast groups to gain strength and disrupt the balance. For now, Evers saw the land did lay at a relative peace, although for how long no one would know.

Evers dipped his head in greeting as the stranger put a name to his gilded face. Leander. A name that rolled nicely off the tongue and lived long in the memory. So far the pegasus of Lady Kri's land certainly were the souls of gentry and Evers approved of them greatly, not that his approval would matter to them. Leander spoke once more, a question this time and one that was aptly put. "You are well spoken yourself, Leander" the compliment slid off his tongue to the golden bird.

It became one surprise after another when the quiet femme of his own land spoke her words. Pointing out her gap in knowledge and complimenting himself and the other leads. Evers felt a slight moment of pride come over him, a sense of hope restoring his faith that they were doing the right thing. The little jobs and roaming the Threshold were making a difference, it was nice to know and Evers appreciated the small speech Insanity made. The blue steed would make them a great herd, even if it killed him to do so. It wouldn't be a far away guess to think Svetlana and Archibald thought the same too.

Lynx was the one who Evers found the most intriguing. The maimed boy moved and played out a series of strange movements which looked like he was pointing to Irrydae and then to Leander. Was he trying to tell her to go with Leander? So, this stallion truly cannot talk Evers wished he knew what it was he was trying to say. His mind couldn't imagine what it must be like to not be able to voice your opinion, how could you have your say in anything? It was with sympathy that Evers looked at Lynx but also with a profound respect. That the unicorn was still willing to carry out his duty as a Throat member even with no voice.

Irrydae was next. Evers had been watching her out of the corner of his eye throughout. Wondering if she would feel overwhelmed at any point. All in all the roan thought this mare had handled it well, her courage in the face of so many strangers quite admirable. Although Leander had asked a perfectly honest question, she seemed innocent enough to reply with an honest shrug of complete loss. Evers tilted his head to one side, he couldn't help but think she would benefit from Foothills. A place that grew everyday and was in need of ranks to be filled, maybe in helping their herd she would find what she truly sought. That was, if her innocence was not a facade. No one could ever know, the blue had to take risks and he didn't have the leisure of questioning everyone and everything. It was when times like this presented themselves to him that he had to seize the chance and do what's best for his now rather large family.

"I cannot speak for the other lands, Miss, however I know that my land is always looking for new recruits. We are small in comparison to most regions and as I take up my new title as Chief I'd like to be able to depend on those around me." He paused and looked at her thoughtfully. What position would she take if she did agree to go with him. A fighter or a healer? Or was she a genius under all that feathering, could she help him in diplomacy? Evers began again, making his offer. It would be up to the mare should she want to take it. "I would welcome you warmly into our family should you choose to follow me and Insanity home. I feel no hostility in you and I am glad to have met such a kind mare."

With that Evers fell silent, watching and waiting. Where will she go? To which land would she ally herself with?