Like any philosopher worth his salt, Myrddin was too busy thinking, to fully apprise and respond to the world around him. However, as a creature who was going to survive another decade, he was showing a remarkable lack of forethought. Myrddin had not heard Shuler approach, nor did he scent him on the breeze. He was too busy thinking about something called 'Action Theory'; about whether or not one's views and beliefs ought to influence their actions. It was a tricky subject to pin down, and Myr's old mind had been working on this problem for quite some time now. It was due to this tangle of epistemology, that his attention was not focused on Shuler's approach. It was only until his voice broke the radio-silence of Myr's mind, that he returned his attention to the real world.

Hello, friend. Myr's large moose-like ears swivelled towards the sound of the stallion's voice. His nostrils flare, as he tossed his head, removing a tattered bit of forelock from before his blind eyes - as if that did any good. His gaze, milky and without any light gazed a little to the left of Shuler. "What's that?" Myrddin muttered to himself, listening to the other's introduction. My name is Shuler....aurora basin...can I help you? You seem to be in need of it. Myrddin frowned slightly he listened. Was he in need of help? His arthritic joints ached more than the majority of his exterior wounds - perhaps this stallion was just squeamish; his wounds looking worse than they actually were. Or perhaps his mind had simply learned to dull the pain enough over the years, that he was masking the aches that he felt. That was certainly possible - Myr had become a fairly wizened trickster over the years - bamboozling others with riddles and paradoxes. Perhaps his subconscious had used a little of that wordplay on himself, distinguishing some of the pain that he was meant to feel.

"Greetings Shuler. Long days and pleasant nights" He said formally; his voice sounding like a singer who had inhaled far too much smoke over the years. With painstaking slowness, Myr curled his nose towards his shoulder blade, while at the same time bending a foreleg into a bow. His knee-joint crackled it's displeasure; the rest of his joints adding into the symphony of arthritic-pops. Still, Myr completed the bow deeply. As he straightened, he again looked a little too far to the left of where Shuler actually stood - for all of his long years on the Earth, his senses were failing him. For one as old as Myrddin, there was no time for his other senses to compensate for his lack of sight. "I am Myrddin. Or Myr, should that be your preference."

Shuler had offered him help...most likely he meant in regards to his physical ailments, but it was information, that Myrddin's body craved. "Tell me youngling, is this where the Frost King has hidden himself? For we have unfinished business, he and I."

Myrddin's large ears took in the sound of Shuler stepping closer - then they heard the sound of something touching the earth, but softly. A Unicorn Myrddin thought with satisfaction, recognizing the sound of that specific appendage touching the ground. Yet his was not gnarled and knobbed like Myr's was - it sounded...harder, in some sense, yet they were both surely made of bone horn. Myrddin envisioned the stallion as lithe of build, and smaller than he; perhaps by several inches. He was not wrong in his estimation - Shuler stood almost 2 hands shorter, yet their builds were similar, although Myr's was simply a much larger frame. He had no indication of the youngling's colour, nor his age really. For Myr, everyone was simply varying degree's of being much-younger than he.

As Shuler answered his question, a wistful smile crept onto his old features. "Disappeared into thin air, eh? He said with a chuckle and a nod. He did indeed believe this could be the case. In fact, Myrddin believed that one day he too would infact simply vanish into thin air. With the way his body felt as of late, he often imagined that his skin would simply fall off of his bones, and finally let his great mind roam free, unhindered by useless skin and hide. The pleasures of the flesh had long departed from Myrddin's horizon, and now his body was simply a cage; One that he wasn't protecting very efficiently, lately. But to really have disappeared... Myrddin sighed; a sound that was a mixture of jealousy and frustration. There was so much he could have taught the young king! Serving as an advisor was what he had done for decades, but it seemed he would have to find a new ruler to advise. "Who leads the Edge now?" I would have you tell me, as we walk. Once we reach these springs of which you speak, I will tell you my tale, should you still wish to hear it, youngling."

Myrddin wasn't so sure that he wanted to be in water right now, not with a crackling ball of electricity parading as a God was about. However, the thought of soothing his joints was not an opportunity he could pass up. And this...this Shuler, wasn't grating on his nerves, like to many younglings did. His greeting, the sound of his horn touching the ground (which Myr correctly characterized as a bow, although done with much less joint-popping than he had done), his questions; all of these things the old stag appreciated. Too many younglings these days had their priorities all wrong: they worshipped false idols, they believed utter shit, and they were wholly uninformed about the world around them. It was pathetic. But this one...Well, perhaps he is different. Perhaps there is hope. Myrddin thought, as he took a tentative step forward, to follow Shuler. As he moved, he listened intently, forming a grainy image of what was going on around him. He had been the the Steppe and the Arch many times, but had not been in the Basin before. His mind filled in details of what it thought his surroundings were like; hazy and fuzzy images which danced before his eyes.

Myrddin followed the younger stallion with ease; he ignored the pains that he felt in his joints. Pain was only ever fleeting - even enormous pain which blocks out all conscious thought. Have you ever tried to remember being in incredible pain? It's nearly impossible to do - Myrddin has tried many times. He had even purposfully wounded himself, in order to try to study, and hold onto the feeling. But it is always fleeting, that is what his long life has taught him, no matter how it feels at the time. So, Myrddin followed Shuler, ignoring the arthritic spasms he felt in his back, or the uncomfortable way his bones shifted as he moved.

...a winged lady... Myrddin was fascinated that Mauja's predecessor was a pegasus. He couldn't imagine that Mauja would have been too thrilled. He was pleased to hear that the disciple that Shuler was now mentioning, a sai by the name of Psyche, was highly thought of by the late King; it probably meant that she was a Unicorn. Myrddin had not heard of The Plague, but he assumed it was the culmination of ideals the the FrostKing held. He also noted with interest at the careful words that Shuler used to describe her current situation. He found it fascinating that the younger stallion would not say that she was stolen. He assumed this was respect on his part; that to say she was stolen like some commoner, would be an insult to her abilities as a leader. He did indeed wish to meet this Psyche.

"I would indeed like to meet the Lady Psyche...And yes youngling, I do plan to stay. There is much I believe I could do here..." His voice trailed off and his mind roamed back to a queen he once served; Ygrane. She was beautiful and had no desire to enjoy the luxuries of being a queen; she was strong and she was determined. He had outlived her, watching her foolishly die in battle, which still pained his old heart. What would this new queen be like? With a snort of frustration, Myrddin cursed the beasts that had taken his sight. There were so many simple gestures that were now lost on him; but gestures that could reveal so much. He made a mental note to speak with the Gods' of this land, and see if there was any manner by which they could assist him, in that regard.

"And this Plague? Tell me about your lot." The gears of Myr's mind were whirring along, storing strategies and philosophies of battle that might later aid this group into which he suddenly found himself. He had pledge allegiance to the Edge, once upon a time, but if the ideals of the young King were not upheld by the new leader, which he surely believed they weren't, then it seemed the movement to which he truly belonged, was the Plague.

As they walked, Myr felt the air begin to warm. He felt the air that he breathed becoming more humid; thicker. The heavy air seemed to roll off of his aged coat, as if lingering there and moistening his skin was not something it thought worth it. Why bother wasting resources on one who was so close to death anyways. Myrddin felt his joints being to loosen; his knees seemed to now move freely within his skin making walking feel as though he were moving on bones which were not completely connected to one another. It was an interesting feeling, really. He was interested to see how he would feel, submerged in the warm waters that he perceived must be much closer, now.

[OOC: We'll assume this is before he became the Haruspex :3]

Myrddin listened thoughtfully as the younger stallion spoke, impressed by the depth and respectfulness of the knowledge that he held. A grin found it's way onto his aged lips as Shuler said, You must understand the weight of defeat. Literally, he seemed to be saying that someone of Myr's age and experience would understand such a thing. But as of late, he had heard phrases such as that almost as a question - as pleading sort of one. You must understand!; the way Myr had heard it used, it sounded more like a begging justification. Perhaps that was the way the youngling had meant it, for he rounded off the sentiment by describing being driving from home, and the notions of 'rightful place'. Two things Myrddin thought were foolish. He hoped that this youngster had simply been speaking sloppily, and moreso, that the Lady Pysche did not share such naive emotions. There was no intrinsic rightfulness in the world. No good, no bad. There was only what you had and what you wanted. Myrddin surmised that the rightfulness of which Shuler spoke, was in fact simply what the then-Plague, now-Basin wanted.

Myrddin's old mind was much too tired to argue this linguistic point. Instead he simply said, "I know not what is rightful, youngster. All I know is what is desired; and on that subject, I am well-versed in the means of acquiring these things, which are desired. I trust the Lady Psyche knows what it is she wants?"

Myrddin certainly hoped so. Queen's who knew not what they wanted were incapable of making strategic decisions, and were often pulled off in directions which did not serve an ultimate purpose. Still...for the Frostking to have placed such a blessing on her head, and that so many had followed her here, to this place, said something about her character, surely. That this youngling who seemed so well versed in the ways of the mind, would mince words to refrain from tarnishing her reputation, said a lot as well. Satisfied, Myr carried on, sniffing the air slightly. The air had become dramatically warmer and more humid, indicating that he was within feet now, of the Basin's hotsprings. Still, Myr's senses were now terribly dull. Instead of plunging headfirst into the waters, he paused, as if looking around. No light entered his pupils at all - there were no blurry shapes, no varying shades of Gray; just an unending landscape of darkness, occasionally disturbed by his great mind imposing images for him to 'see'.

The hot springs are directly in front of you, which I’m sure you’ve been able to determine

In fact, Myr hadn't be able to determine. The way that the sound waves bounced off of the water, and the pristine basin, made it hard for Myr to visualize where things were in space. He grit his teeth, as he considered once again visiting the Gods of this place. Would these God's be as fickle as the ones that he used to know? Those God's however, knew him for what he truly was. He could not hide his demonic heritage from them. But here, in Helovia...Well, certain truths might be best left unsaid. Muttered a word of thanks, both to the indication of where the hot springs were, and the fact that the youngling had pretend not to notice that Myr was unsure of where to go, he delicately stepped forward.

As Myr felt the warm water pooling over his hooves, he sighed with relief; moving fully into the water, until it enveloped his back. Myrddin often stood like this in the freezing waters of the Steppe. The cold seemed to lock his joints in place, leaving less room for the arthritic monster which lived in his joints, to move about. He would let the cold completely overwhelm it - feeling the bitting and gnawing pain eating away at his flesh. If he focused hard enough on the bright white pain, it allowed his mind to let everything else float away - he was able to fully meditate away from his body, which he could no longer feel. The feeling of the warm water, however, was quite different. As the heat worked its way into his old joints, he felt them begin to limber up. While the cold held everything in place, the heat seemed to allow his body the freedom of movement once again. His muscles felt looser, and his body, more flexible. The heat was not helping all of the cuts the adorned his aged hide, but it was a small price to pay.

Myr large moose-ears flickered as Shuler once again inquired about his past. hmmm. How much to tell? "I have not always been as I am. Once upon a time, I had a rather different shape. And a different name; Lailoken." He began cryptically. "My life in this body that you see now, began when a witch-queen, Ygrane, sent me on a quest to fulfill an ancient prophecy. I needed to find her true love...and so I scoured the earth for years, searching, until I came upon two twins. One of these twins, Arthur, proved to be a would-be-King, who would fulfill the prophecy. However, there was a dragon, as ancient as the earth itself, who worked with the Daoine Sid, a power group who sought to see that this prophecy never be fulfilled. But it was, of course, or I wouldn't be here, would I?" Myrddin paused, staring off into the distance envisioning the battles that took place in the name of the Regalis, which is to say, Arthur's band. He imagined his queen, Ygrane, the most beautiful that he had ever layed eyes on, even to this day. And Arthur, a spiritual lad both courageous and kind of heart. Myrddin thought of the sessions teaching Arthur to fight, to strategize in battle, and even council on reconciling fights with his heart-mate, Ygrane. He shook his head, and if they could have, his eyes would have appeared to re-focus, as he returned to the present moment. "But that was all years before your time, youngling; I would not be surprised if I was the oldest mortal alive at this very moment...I doubt there are any who know of the past of which I speak. Since then, I have traveled the earth in search of wisdom...But finding none. Only more questions; for it is a paradox of knowledge, do you not see it? If you know what it is that you're looking for, then you do in fact know it, and do not need to search. But if you truly do not know, then how can you be sure if and when you've found it?"

There is more truth in your words than you know Shuler had said. Myrddin disagreed. He did in fact know exactly how much truth there were in his words. But then again, the world he knew was moving on. The world where one spoke thoughtfully, and did in fact think before speaking. Here, however, there was the overwhelming need to be an individual, to make your mark, to live up to a bunch of stupid stereotypes: to be bold, brave, handsome, charming...Ugh. he thought wearily. It was all too much. He found many of the horses here, defined themselves by their actions; actions which had already been fated. Then again, Myrddin was a determinist; he believed that everything was already set in stone. It was merely an epistemological question of how much we know about it. But every move you make, is decided by the move that came before that...and before that...

Myr shifted his blind gaze back into focus, if it could anyways, as he heard Shuler begin to speak. Something about seeing a doctor. He must mean d'Art. Myr thought, grunting. A large paint mare, a horse, had offered to heal his wounds as well. He'd much rather have a female tending to his wounds, but would certainly take a unicorn presence, over an equine one. "Bah. There are those who I am sure could use the good Doctor's skills more than I. This water is doing quite nicely." Frowning, Myrddin moved his long legs under the water, feeling the loosening of his joints. While the water may be good for his bones, it was doing nothing for the gashes which laced his limbs. Idly, he wondered if they would scar. There was a day when his vanity might have made him care of the lacerations marred his prestine white hide. Now however, he just hoped his skin would hold his bones together long enough to see another season. Getting old was awful. Being old, unbearable.

"Tell me youngling, what do you know of this new God of the Spark? Who so graciously created this land that we now find ourselves in?"

[OOC: Sorry, I left it short. I'm waiting to hear back on what quest Myr needs to go on to get his 'sight' back. Then we can go from there, if Shuler wants to come ^^]