The sea was nice as is lapped up against his golden legs, as if the she was gently embracing and soothing the dark foreboding that plagued his torn heart. Oft he had wondered, how many times he get up again after being torn to his knees, strewn as a crumpled pile of a broken man. In the end that was all he was, surely; a broken man. No matter how you fixed it, marks from the previous battle would still be there, forever a reminder of fates cruel grip. A scar, so brutally engraved onto his right thigh in the shape of an 'S', because he dared to follow the path of the Sun God. To turn against the better judgement of his mind and follow his heart into what he thought was right for the family he had been blessed with. It was the only blemish on his vibrant coat, the deeper scars were on the inside and the ones that weighed down on him more that none could see. All of this, these worries and memories, seemed to lift from him for the moment. In the calming arms of the glittering sea, under the gaze of a curious filly and his watchful bonded.

A soft warble escapes the leathery lips of the brown dragon as he watches the cute child speak his name for the first time, her fragile legs finally edging further into the blue waters with gasps adding sound effects to her new adventure. Torasin wondered what it was like, to be afraid of the sea, he had never shared that fear. Or maybe he had, but simply drowned it out in his coltish bravery. In his youth he was nothing like the stallion he had become, he was idiotically courageous and a boy who enjoyed the company of his fellow fillies over the colts of his age. A faint smile touched his lips as he remembered the fights he used to get into, his lack of friends meant he was bullied a lot, but the golden child never seemed to dim in his spirits. Maybe that was one thing that hadn't changed about himself. His ability to smile even when the world was crashing down around him.

Again, the vibrant greens of his eyes found the form of the filly once more, carefully tasting the salty ocean before wrinkling in recoil, which earned another sunny laugh from the stallion. Who turned his full attention onto the child then, gazing at her with a parents fascination of watching their babe learn of the world for the first time. She was pale, an innocent colour and he hoped to the four Gods that she would not be tormented by the evils of the world and fate be kind to her. He followed her movements, nodding in encouragement when she copied him, but seemed to recoil into herself again. Torasin was a patient horse and he said nothing to her whilst he stood with a calm aura, letting the peach toned filly discover things in her own time.

It was when the child reached out towards the brown dragon that finally there was movement. A long, spiked tail emerged and slithered down to attempt to gently poke her soft nose when she stretched towards Kiba. The winged reptile letting out another warm warble when finally they were given beautiful name to put with her shining appearance. Hotaru. One day, surely, she would be the most enchanting mare in the land. She suddenly shifted back then, her face contorted into one of apology and the painted healer remained where he was, but lowered his head to her height. "A pretty name for a pretty Lady." He said in his golden voice, watching her movements carefully, not wanting to frighten her.

Hotaru seemed to turn her attention back to the sea then and the gentleman nodded to her observations and widened his smile when finally the filly appeared to approve of the gentle waves. Her head dropped and she shyly spoke a compliment. The stallion wasn't quite sure if the filly was complimenting his marking or speaking of the sea and he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the bustling of Kiba who was dancing around when Hotaru commented on his dashing appearance. The brown leaped from his bonded's back and glided into the air, attempting to perform a series of aerial movements around Hotaru whilst trying to mind touch Torasin.

I like this one, she speaks many truths for a hatchling.

The healer shook his pale mane, letting out his last ripple of golden laughter and popped his head to one side to watch his dragon's antics. "I believe you have gained a friend for life there, Lady Hotaru. A few more of those compliments and I believe he may just disown me." He chuckled jovially before he turned back to walk towards the beach, turning in the shallows and walking along the shoreline. Glancing once to watch the filly, wondering if she would follow. Kiba trilled at the child and continued to flap his wings around her, signalling her to come along whilst Torasin spoke once more, hoping she was close enough to hear.

"Do you have a place you call home ma'am? Mine is in the mists of the Worlds Edge and my job there is to tend to the wounded and help those who simply feel lost in the world." He mentioned his own home land first, hoping it would give her more confidence to trust him and making himself less threatening by revealing his job as a healer. After all, he had no amazing power, like Mirage's shape shift nor did he share her ability to Lead. He was Torasin, a simple horse with a talent for healing, he was often too kind and disapproved of fighting though wasn't incapable of it. He had many flaws and was, in no means, a threat to the little Hotaru.