Evers looked down at the river flowing at a fast pace as the snows thawed into it. His hooves covered in thick brown mud as Bird Song took hold of Winter and cast it aside for new life. Smudging out the bitter cold remains. His once shaggy blue pelt now thinning once more as the heat of the sun returned, his skinny body was coated in a vibrant red from nose to rump. Gone was the roan blue and the odd hairs he had on neck and tail were white with 6 antlers wearing the poor boy down. His head bowed with the new weight, missing his little daggers that used to sit loyally at his side. Loyalty. It reminded him of the quest he was on, taking the free time cautiously from his lead position and using it to gain another strength. One of bond and companionship. A dog of similar slender proportions and blue body, like Archibald and Loretta completed each other. One problem stood in his way however. The stream before him.

The Able stared at it for a while, dirt still in one side of his mouth, taken from the Throat and bucket sat on the floor made by a generous snake. A quarter of his quest complete already. Another half was fire, taken from the heart and delivered to the Earth God. Evers had already thought he'd need something that would burn a long time or find someone with a dragon companion. It was the prospect of carrying water that now the boy now needed to fulfil. He looked down, enlarged belly jiggling as he did, and picked up his metal pail moving swiftly to the water and filling it. Setting it's new weight back down on the muddy ground.

He sighed loudly and proclaimed himself at a loss. Dirt was easy, fire more complicated but manageable and water that seemed impossible at first was now the most simplest. Evers gave into his thumping head and turned blue pools skywards, were these quests a test of his patience too?

Auricles of blue flicker to the strangers voice, tension slowly slipping away from his initial surprised stance as the newcomer appeared to be kind in voice and appearance. Eyes moved to his clumps of colourful attire and Evers wondered if something truly strange was going on in Helovia, considering his own looks were not exactly... Status quo. Hooves scrape along the floor and the shy steed dipped his head in gentle greeting and smiled faintly to the webbed faced stud's comment."Artfully perceived Sir..." A quiet voice returned with the same kindness the stranger had shown to him, trailing off slightly at the end as he tried to put his problem into words.

Shifting his bucket of water out of the way momentarily, Evers posed his problem to this seemly chap, wondering if luck had brought this stallion to him. Or if it was a mere coincidence. "A quest from father Earth is the source of my frustration. I must collect dirt from Lady Kri's land, water from the stream before us and fire from the heart of Helovia. The first two I have already accomplished but... I seem to be stuck on the last."

He paused to check he wasn't boring the poor grey who had stumbled upon him in a moment of annoyance. Hopefully he would understand. "I have no way of collecting and transporting fire" he nudged the bucket once in thought. Dropping the dirt from his mouth and into the water for it to lay at the bottom in wait for his return to the Gods. It would be easier to carry this way, both in one bucket. Evers snorted and looked back to Lace, eyes apologetic but kind as he remembered to introduce himself. "I'm Evers the Able, a pleasure." The blue wondered if word had reached the out lying herds of his rise to the throne, or if this stallion was from a herd. Maybe he wouldn't know, but titles were not all that important right now.