When the fighting had finished and the Grey had emerged victorious, Apollo had taken a step back from the plains that had served as the battlefield, eager to calm his rattled nerves. He was no warrior, and that was shown now more than ever. This place would be their home, like the Deep Forest had been… But strangely enough, the brightly lit, rolling hills of rocks and grass unnerved him. Once upon a time, when he had first joined the Grey, the dancing shadows of the Deep Forest had frightened him… Now, Apollo found that he missed it. In the depth of the trees is where he had been gifted his magic by the spirit Stag, and since then… That is what had felt like home. But, the Grey lived in the Foothills now, and where they went, he would dutifully follow.

Being named Earth Medic of the Foothills had also helped soothe some of the loss that he felt regarding their departure from the forest. Now, as a true medic, he could help those in need. Instead of fighting, which was something Apollo never truly enjoyed, and causing harm and chaos, he could settle down and help those who needed it. To say the least, it was a rejuvenating feeling.

Currently, the stallion moved leisurely next to the tree-line, his nose pressed close to the grassy floor. Nostrils flared, honey-brown eyes wandered, and the black and white unicorn was lost to his own thoughts. He was searching for herbs, for surely with the rich soil of the Foothills there were some in abundance… Somewhere. Then again, Apollo had never looked for herbs, nor did he know what certain herbs did…

“Perhaps I shouldn’t,” he said to himself with a little sigh, stopping his calm walk and pulling his head back up, “I don’t want to hurt someone.” After all, poisoning someone instead of healing them would make a poor impression. Apollo snorted at the thought. Giving his head a rough shake, the crystalline jewel of his horn caught a few rays of sunlight, sending a rainbow cascading upon the ground. His eyes followed the display of lights, a tiny smile crossing his lips. Beautiful.

Turning head back around, the stallion moved to continue his little ‘adventure’, when something else caught his eye. There, a little ways closer to the tree-line and nestled half-hidden beneath the blades of grass were three little spheres. Squinting, the Paint took a step forward, lowering his muzzle and nuzzling the grass aside. How strange… The small items, made of clay, were the same color as his horn. What was this? His eyes glanced upwards, head still lowered, eyes lingering into the depths of the nearby forest. Had someone left these here? And then forgotten them? Or had they belonged to one of the previous Foothills members before they had been driven out by the Grey?

“How strange…” Apollo said again, gaze falling once more back onto the three, innocent beads.

[ooc: Just a short thread to use my Small Item (thank you again, Tamme!) to get Apollo three, ice-blue colored beads. :D With Tinek’s help, of course! <3]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."