The fiery chestnut stallion found himself somehow roaming throughout the threshold once again with a rather smug look plastered across his chiseled features. A condensed fog hung just below the canopy as the threshold was temporarily bare for the dreary winter months. The scent of equine was profound in this section of Helovia as so many souls came but departed shorty after to be recruited into one of the four herdlands. Assorted hoof prints engraved the white sleet that cloaked the earth, many differing in shape and size. Abysmal emerald orbs scanned his surroundings lazily as lithely carved ears were erect, ready capture any sort of sound. The threshold seemed to be virtually empty, not a single individual brought a view for his eyes or a reverberation to his audits. Calcifer wasn't exactly what you would call a social butterfly, but if it meant gathering new members to the basin, so be it.

The vivid chestnut steed was highly visible as his rich coat opposed the background of white blanketing the surrounding woodland. The ice below his hooves was fairly thin as calcifer lowered his skull, brushing away the excess snow to reach the grass that struggled to survive beneath the shielding sleet. Clenching his teeth around a few succulent blades of grass that happened to be preserved, he chewed slowly absorbing the sweet taste. An abrupt footfall caused calcifer to fling his skull upwards only to hear a honeyed melodic hum flow through the air not far from were he happened to be standing. He couldn't pinpoint where the resonance was coming from, as it gently echoed against the bark of the trees. An alluring scent wrapped around his nostrils like a python, as he turned his rugged head only to meet the body of a fellow unicorn. Judging by the appearance, it was certainly a female. Her light blue pelt was highly unusual but genuinely striking to the fiery stud. Her mane was fevered in color as the long tassels of red stood out quite considerably. A lengthened horn protruded from the ladies head, leading to a lethal point. Taking in each curve of her feminine structure, a small grin formed across calcifers maw as he slowly but surely made his way into the faes presence. The brute was quite masculine in the face, standing at an average 16 hands in stature. His physique was rather lithe, complete with muscle tone here and there. His skull was equipped with an ebony horn, marbled and curved. He approached the lady with confidence, a cocky way about him. Nodding, the stallion spoke with a masculine but slightly raspy tone of voice. "Excuse me madam, i dont mean to be a bother but i would like to be the first to welcome you to these lands." With a polite bow, the stallion returned his emerald gaze unto the mares blood red orbs. "I am Calcifer, soldier of the Aurora Basin." Shaking out his shortly cropped blonde mane, he offered the mare a reassuring smile before shifting his weight throughout his hooves uncomfortably. "And you are, miss?" He stated simply, deep emerald eyes boring into the unknown faes facial features.

The evening brought silence into the snow covered forest as calcifer's sight was beginning to become limited. The biting ozone's tore through the stallions mane, twirling the strands in all directions. The overhanging branches cracked and some even snapped beneath the wrath of the forbidding wind. Calcifer shuffled his hooves as his weight spread and seized the ice below him. The luminous light hued mare stood before him, almost seeming uncomfortable from the encumbrance of his solid gaze. He was acting a bit invasive with his eyes, but the stallion couldn't help himself. He was a flirt the majority of time when you caught him around a female, but being at only the age of 5, he had far more to attain concerning the female gender. That was for sure. He hadn't a clue of what love was supposed to be, nor did he deem in such things. He was one to live in the moment. Calcifer was perfect where he was, he belonged in the ranks of warriors and protecting and assuring the herds safety. He craved battle and the adrenaline it offered.

His stance was perfectly square, not a single muscle or tendon was out of place. He carried himself quite highly and heeded the blue lady with a cheerful but cultivated expression. The mare answered the stallions question, beginning with what she called herself. “Thank you sir my name is Naveen and I can tell you’re a soldier by the way you carry yourself even the tone of your voice leads me to believe so. My I ask of your company to escort me to your home I want to serve spiritual needs does your herd require them?” Naveen. It somehow suited tender appearance. It flattered calcifer that the mare commented on his solider facade. The herd was short on spiritual point of views and healings, so this mare just might fit the slot perfectly. "It's a pleasure, Naveen." Pausing, the chestnut steed motioned his horned skull to the west, the direction of the basin. "To the west is our homeland, which offers ranks in your interests. Our herd consists of only unicorns, and provides a safe sanctuary to call home." He hoped the mare wasn't offended or was against racism to the other species, but she seemed promising and willing enough to join. Perhaps she would make a fine scholar or if she was experienced enough, a disciple. Offering all he possibly could, the stallion awaited a reply.