d'Artagnan crooked his head and flickered his lobes to catch the words of the his fellow brother. It didn't take long until the shade grunted himself in confirmation that this steed was indeed new to the land. Perfect. He wasn't tainted with pointless loyalties to other lands and, so far as d'Artagnan knew, there were no family here to sway him here or there. Off handily, the blood bay gave a quick gaze about them and then turned back to the stud. Answering the query in his normal rugged tones "Helovia is the name of the land as a whole. At the moment you stand in it's entrance... I must say your markings are intriguing" his head, to d'Artagnan's surprise, arched a little to view the bolts on his face. There weren't many unicorns as tall as himself, let alone taller.

He paused to gage his audience before continuing onwards, careful what information he let slip before he got to know the stallion. "I come from the mountains far to the north with our brothers and sisters" as he spoke he nodded to the lightening boy's horn, eyes cautious and curious, and then to the North of the wood and back in the direction he had come from. d'Artagnan paused for the last time, shaking his dark mane with a clink of his blue amulet. A symbol of the Moon, just like his tattoo.

"My name is d'Artagnan, what is yours brother?" He informed the stud, with a slight lift of his head. The shade was quite proud of his name, it was powerful and intimidating, much to his enjoyment. It added to his rather large (and still growing) ego.

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d'Artagnan grunted, he wondered if the stud would find it more intriguing if he knew that the shade had gained them by dabbling with the Moon Goddess. Or whether the boy had ever met a horse like his son, Mesec, a demi-god that could make the world fall to his hooves. Or so the shade thought. The conversation shifted again and d'Artagnan perked his ears to the others name, Farenjer, and listened to where he had come from. Amp Plains? "Invigorating" was his bland reply, trying to imagine the appeal in it. The name wasn't familiar to the stag but that wasn't all that surprising, he wasn't known for his memory nor being well travelled. The blood bay simply went where he needed to go, and that was that. Though Farenjer's description of his former land slightly explained the lightening on his face, it did seem that mother nature liked leaving her marks on others.

The Nightshade pondered over the stallion before him. Not sure whether the stud agreed with his views on other species or not, maybe in time he would find out. For now Psyche allowed any with a horn and loyalty to their chosen herd into the Basin, and so it was d'Artagnan's duty to one; deduce whether the stud could be trusted and two; convince this Farenjer to follow him to the mountains. Taking a crop of grass, the shade spoke between chews, watching each reaction as he spoke. "Maybe I can help you in your journey, Farenjer, our herd is always in need of strong stallions such as yourself. All we'd ask for is your loyalty to our herd and in exchange you'll have a place to call home."

d'Artagnan let his eyes wander around and turned his body away slightly, as if preparing to go back home. Speaking one last time in his gruff tones "feel free to continue travelling if my offer doesn't catch your interest... Brother."