That scent. Someone familiar was approaching, it carried a faint hint of Isilme but none of a herd of Helovia. Lobes flickered and Torasin tried his best to put a face to his nose, yet he carried on in magnificent dance until a voice finally put the face of Anemone in his mind. The mare he had met on the beach one day, seemingly a little lost in her surroundings Torasin had attempted to cheer her up. With a flourish, the paint bounced forwards and proffered his head in graceful greeting as green pools lit up at her arrival. She was patterned in patches of colour just like himself, a little darker than his gilded palomino and she had a sharp black horn confirming her of unicorn species. Not that the gentleman cared, she had proven to be a gentle, trustworthy girl.

Kiba, you never guessed who just turned up!
Dinner?
Anemone!

Torasin rolled his eyes at his dragon's comment and turned his grand smile on the painted Miss. "You honour me again with your presence, milady Anemone. It was most likely Kiba you saw, although I imagine he was too transfixed on his food to notice you" he said rather apologetically at the end with a voice as polite as always. As if on cue, the bubbly brown exploded from the trees in a bellow of trills as he danced around Anemone, exuberant as always with his prey clutched tight in sharp claws. Once he felt he'd done enough to impress the mare in his prolific dance moves, he returned to the floor next to Torasin to pick at his well earned food.

Meanwhile, gentle Torasin shook his head and focused his attention on the femme "I hope Helovia has been treating you well, ma'am" he offered with sincerity. Wondering if she would join a herd or remain a wanderer, he wouldn't blame her for the latter. Torasin too had wondered until finding purpose.

Kiba renewed his trills, it was almost like deja vu for Torasin, so similar was this meeting from the last time they met. The only thing that was missing was the beautiful beach scene and the salty smell. Green eyes turned away from his dancing bonded and he refocused on the mare, dipping his head in understanding. He too had walked the life of a traveller and moved from place to place. The paint would have been happy to do so for as long as he lived if he had not met Mirage, his oldest friend here and she claimed his loyalty. Yet he was still happy within his herd, as long as he went on a few adventures now and then. To relax and think to himself, spend some time with Kiba and allow his brown to hunt for more bigger game. Although the bird he had just recently caught was all they had found so far. Much to Kiba's disapproval.

It was then she enquired after his own health and Torasin obliged her with a promising response "I'm well m'am, I have recently been honoured with a rise in rank, so my time is a little more limited than it normally would be. So I enjoy days like this, away from duties for a day and time to relax in gentle company" the relief very apparent in his tones. Torasin would always be a colt at heart, always wanting an adventure and always curious in his travels. He found himself relaxing even more in her company, she was indeed a joy to be around. "Do you intend on remaining on your own, ma'am? I used to travel around these lands myself, happy in solitary company until fate seemed to have different plans for me." The latter he said with amused tones, could Mirage really be called his fate? Torasin didn't see why not, he was almost like her shadow some days, just like his sons were now apart of his life. He hadn't seen the pair in a while, Abel was so much like their mother that he almost felt sorry for Nym.