The recent meeting with my mother had done wonders to soothe me. Her words acted as a cradle, her voice a silken blanket that wrapped around me and assured me that she had not completely abandoned me as I had been told more times than I wished to remember. I understood that she was busy, doing what I wasn't entirely sure, but I knew it was important. Certainly it wasn't easy toting the moon across the sky every single day of the year...

Departing from the Veins had been somewhat difficult for me, for I was unwilling to leave my mother so suddenly after finally speaking with her again. But I had gone, albeit reluctantly, eager to begin my quest and prove to my beloved mother that I could find these things in record time. I had pondered the location of each item religiously as I carried myself away from the southern parts of Helovia, my main focus on that of the white flower. I couldn't help but wonder, was it the same one I had gifted to her upon my arrival? I knew not it's property of life, nor when it did and din't grow. However, the land that my mother called her own had quickly brought itself to my mind. The World's Edge.

What little I knew about the cliffsided land was mostly negative. I vaguely remembered the Edge myself; I had been brought there by my mother and dumped at my father's feet for him to rear me. I remembered grand trees and the persistent stench of nearby salt water... Perhaps I could gather that while I was here, too? I could only hope that the current inhabitants, while described to me as uncaring monsters, were just the opposite.

The sudden, sharp scent of others caught my nose then, bringing me to a sudden halt. I'd not traveled much in my year of life, but I knew well enough that what had just caught in my nostrils were scent markers, invisible barriers that marked the territory of the World's Edge. I would be a fool to waltz in without an invitation, even if this was my own mother's land. So lifting my head, I called out into the night, hoping that I wouldn't disrupt too many from their sleep.

[Mesec is here for his quest ;D]

Much to my eternal happiness, it didn't take long at all for somebody to answer my call. Out of the darkness they had come, a being that was much smaller and younger than I would have imagined to come and greet me; not that I minded, of course, for I myself was still quite young and had yet to grow fully into my lengthy legs.

As the younger filly drew closer and closer, the moonlight spilled out across her body and what I saw had my eyes glowing in curiosity. Although she bore not a horn upon her forehead, she was remarkably different in her own way. Her coat was champagne in color, and blended into her hide was what I could only fathom were scales. Their rich, amber hue glistened beneath my mother's gentle rays, mesmerizing and absolutely beautiful. I wouldn't be telling the truth if I said I wasn't suddenly overwhelmed with relief; a part of me had been fearful of wandering into another herd land, where I knew not the creatures who called it home. What if they had treated me with the same hostility of the Basin? In the filly's company, we were both different, both unique, and I was content.

When she spoke, I found myself surprised at the melody that hung on those three words. She was much younger than I, but already she seemed more than capable of holding herself as an adult would; like a leader would. Cupping my own ears forward, I tried to exude even more the fact that I was not here to cause trouble nor be a nuisance to her family. "My name is Mesec," I answered, pausing for a brief moment to collect my thoughts before I went on to explain my reason for being here in the first place.

"These are my mother's lands; she's sent me to find a flower that grows only beneath the moonlight, and, well... I thought this might be a good place to begin my journey." Another pause, and then, "May I ask of your name?"