The sun was pleasant though it's heat was lacking the vigour of Tallsun, the trees rustled and chattered amongst themselves. No doubt preparing for the shedding of their leaves in beautiful burning colours. A glorious brown, 12 this season, was dancing in full flight, enjoying his leap into the adult world. It seemed like yesterday he was just a child, peeping through the cracks in his shell to stare upon his golden friend. Together they had grown, their bond was stronger with each passing season and now the fruits of their friendship had finally blossomed into the ultimate partnership. How long ago was it now? When Torasin had first met Mirage and her royal companion upon the godly fields, when he had admired their companionship and sought after one himself. He closed buttered lids over emerald eyes, oh! How far had they come now! His first and best friend was now a Leader, he the head of healers, so much more responsibility rested on their shoulders. Sometimes, he wished they could return to those days of simple conversation one last time. Yet, he had no regrets.

Kiba had finally reached the pinnacle of his flight, spiked tail flicking happily from side to side as leathered maw rose to the wind. He sucked in through his mouth and sort the burning place within his body, drawing it up and spitting it out in a blazing, spectacular fire. Torasin watched in awe, that had to be his best one yet, the flame flickered and eventually the small show was over. The Doctor shouted his praise to the dragon who proceeded to perform flips and twirls in pride. Sometimes the gentle healer had to remind himself, just how powerful they had become. He was no fighter, but he was no push over either. Not with Kiba by his side.

The paint chuckled and continued his walk, his bonded coming to join him atop his rump, settling down to clean his scales. They walked like this for sometime until gilded ears picked up his own name on the wind, it sounded like Gossamer much to Torasin's suprise, concern lacing his face as he hoped she wasn't injured in someway. He picked up his gait into a brisk canter, swerving round trees untril he eventually found the pale mare and her blue coloured friend. Torasin quickly brought his pace to a halt and gave her the once over, she seemed okay, was she calling simply for a social visit? Torasin felt relief flood through his body and placed a warm smile upon his features. "Milady Benevolent. You called me, ma'am?" He said in his gentleman manner. Kiba trilled softly to the blue that accompanied her and teetered on the edge of his bonded's rump, he'd never really had the chance to meet Lazulli properly and excitement tinged every bone in his body. Though when he spoke in the vaults of Torasin's mind, his voice was filled with conern.

Something's wrong, something troubles them.

Like what?

The dragon didn't answer and instead gave Torasin a doubtful look. The healer kept up his friendly gaze though and ignored the foreboding in his heart. As always, he would be there for any friend in need.