at what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?

Images filled the mind of Torasin. A bright sky. A quiet forest. The way ahead was clear. With his scout report complete, Kiba returned to his golden and cream bonded and landed on his rump. Shuffling until he was comfortable, the brown soon set to cleaning his claws after a recent kill, belly full with it's remains and a satisfied purr left his maw. Torasin snorted, content, the dark forest was a dark and gloomy place, but ever since The Qian was first formed here and with the birth of Azale Moniet the paint found he no longer saw the harsh evil side of the wood. Instead it was a symbol of new beginnings and new life, formed through the love of those who now inhabited Helovia. A pang of sadness struck his heart as the thought of Azale Moniet led him to think of her mother; Solstice. The mare who looked very much like himself and was now lost to the band of racist unicorns.

A sharp trill from Kiba snapped Torasin out of his increasing melancholy and the Moon Healer shifted his eyes to the pitch mare who stood amongst the trees. She seemed thoughtful, as if troubled by something. Torasin made his way over to her with a calm kindness, his brown dragon peering around pale mane with curious gilded eyes. Trilling in short bursts with his normal childish exuberance. ""Hello ma'am. I'm Torasin and this is Kiba" the trilling grew louder as the dragon said a great many welcomes.

The healer turned his head then, his expression turning to one of concern. She smelt of the arid land of the Throat, what was she doing way out here? One could ask the same question of Torasin, who really knew what possessed themselves to travel so far. Questions, memories... A great many reasons. "Are you okay, ma'am?" Came his honest, polite voice and a face that was laced with concern.

at what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?

"A pleasure, Aisha, such a beautiful name" sang his voice, moving into a graceful bow with creamy mane falling in folds over his gentle face. Kiba took flight then and headed into the night sky, taking up his customary position of guard on duty. Filling Torasin's mind with thoughts about his last meal and of his wishes to play with Akaith again. It gave the paint the idea of visiting Mirage again, it had been so long since they had spoke as friends together, just for each others company instead of duty. The image of Akaith formed his mind and a wave of emotion followed as Kiba's daydreams got a little louder.

Can you be a little quieter my dear friend.

Torasin gently chided the brown through their mental connection and immediatly the images became few and far between. The odd light hearted grumble coming from Kiba making Torasin chuckle. Turning his head back, Torasin considered the question put to him by the pitch coloured unicorn. Smiling nostalgically, Torasin roved his head around the forest as if lost in a memory, thinking about the days the Qian was first formed and the pride he felt for Mirage. Finally finding a purpose amongst comrades.

"A fond memory ma'am. I am familiar with the trees and, although gloomy and I hated it at first, I have grown rather attached of the old wood ma'am" came his honest voice with a tones that made him seem older than he actually was. His memory shifting to the birth of Azale Moniet and the joys of new life, there was more to this forest than it let on. If one tore back the bark, there was a beauty that could only be seen by those familiar and those who would choose to live in the present and not be haunted by it's memory.

Green eyes snapped back to the present then, his face growing apologetic for drifting off slightly. He closed the gap between them then, stopping at a friendly distance and taking in her scent. She had definitely come from the Dragon's Throat, although whether she was apart of their herd or simply went for a visit the gilded Sir couldn't tell. Instead he instigated conversation through his own rank and herd, wondering if she would oblige to tell him hers in return. "I have travelled from my herd land, the World's Edge, where I serve as their Moon Doctor. Healing those in need and giving advice to others who should seek it."

His gaze turned thoughtful then, wondering if there was anyway he could help this femme with her question from a God. Knowing how unpredictable they could be, Torasin couldn't help but feel sorry for her, his own quest had been by no means easy. Almost losing the friendship of both Solstice and Rishima all together. "Could I be of service, maybe? To this question that troubles you, I know God's can be tricky creatures" he smiled his best encouraging smile. Hoping the mare would confide in him, so he could ease her mind of the questing burden.

[ooc; 100th post! :D so sorry for the wait D:]

at what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?

A merry shy laugh rippled from his lips as she complimented his position, inclining his head and swivelling his ears. Dragons Throat, ah, he had been right. The land that had the longest ruler, the Lady Kri, she who took over after the fall of Ra. A fearsome mare indeed and probably wouldn't care for the likes of himself but he respected her still, and in turn passed that acknowledgement onto this mare. She was an ally, and to be treated with the utmost importance. He listened intently and at first wondered if the femme would tell him about her quest. The healer would understand if she didn't want to confide in a stranger, however she did indeed speak once more and the paint's eyes lit up in curiosity.

A peregrine falcon? The image appeared in his mind of a blue grey bird around the size of a crow with it's menacing stare. Absent minded, Torasin looked up at Kiba and the back to the mare. He may not be of much use, but his little fire breathing reptile might be. His thoughts registered in Kiba's mind and already the dragon was chanting his excitement to help the mare. Gentle Torasin's smile widened and he nodded once to Aisha. "It would be an honour to help our ally once again."

Sincere in voice, an amused face shot Kiba a look "besides, Kiba could use the exercise." His glee continued as he listened to his dragon's thoughts turn from excitement to exaggerated outrage. So easy he was to wind up. Grey nose wrinkled and he let out a long snort, motioning to the mare that he was ready when she was.