It was quiet perhaps only for the whistling wind and the odd crunch of snow from hardy animals who dared bare the brunt of winters snapping fangs. The desolate frozen wastes were much like they always were minus the dancing lights and the moon's luminous glare. When the earths light had first fallen, young Sacre had feared many things, his tender mind running wild with fantasies of bloody monsters and falling stars. He even considered that he might have gone blind like his brother and for a few days had resigned himself to this fate, puffing out his chest and firming his gaze. If Roux could handle this then so could he. However, a few days later his father, who was rather amused by his son's conclusion over the matter, quite casually announced that the world was indeed in darkness and that he need not worry. That was all well and good, but Sacre often found himself falling into a drift or two and trying to remember where his families cave was indeed another challenge in itself. All in all the colt decided he did not like this endless night, but he put up with it the best he could, like the solid lad he was.

It was another dark day, not knowing quite if it was morning or evening, that Sacre had found a safe patch on the Steppe, not too far from the Basin. Daring himself to go further at the same time fearing getting stuck in a snowy drift and being left to die slowly in the cold. He shuddered at the thought and hesitated for a while. The boy wanted to go out, visit the Thistle Meadow where he was born and met a hornless stallion, Mr Lace, one time. He wanted to find other places he'd never been before, but Aramis wasn't here and he feared getting lost in the mountains, his fear outweighing his curiosity for now. So the boy stayed close to home, wishing for the sun to return and his legs to grow longer. Silently wondering if he would grow as tall as daddy or stay short like mummy. Sacre rather liked the idea of growing tall and imposing, handsome and brave, his name known throughout the land. Slay monsters and save his princess, a fantasy he would laugh at in the future.

That was his childish dream.

On the other hand, he could not forget his purpose. The reason he was born alongside Roux was to guide and ultimately save him, restore his eyes and create a world where no one could hurt him. Sacre had a rather vague view of what he wanted, what he was here for, and as he got older with each passing day, the more his resolve became stronger. He would be the prince in shining armour who saved his brother and found his princess. Innocent of the cruelties of the world all he could see was that perfect life before him. His name etched in history.

The boys mind continued to drift, his coat as black as the world around him marred only by red that stained his inky fur, mane spiked and a stump for a tail. He was too young to understand the troubles the world before him now faced, too caught up by his own fantasies to even contemplate a reason why.

[open to everyone and all <3]

His fantasies were broken as another awareness intruded his dreams in the snow. Pools of icy blue, the eyes of his mother, turned to gaze upon the petite bodice of a young filly whose golden appearance was surprisingly familiar. For a moment Sacre simply stared at her, observing her form as she observed his own whilst his mind screamed an echo of a recent memory. Perhaps he had met her in the place of his birth where many had gathered to save a life, or perhaps he was mistaking her with someone else. The young colt couldn’t be sure and it was that uncertainty that put him on edge with her, both a stranger and familiar. Friend or foe? She smelt like Mr Lace, did that mean she came from the same place too? Would her voice match the grulla’s soft, welcoming vocals? It wasn’t too long before the silence was becoming too loud for the Nightshade’s son, but the words were taken from his maw as another’s voice pierced the air and the child jumped with his heart moving from his chest to his throat.

Sacre looked upon Frost Fyre for the first time, instantly recognizing the direction from which she had traveled from with pleasant surprise and yet still he backed up a few strides. He knew nothing about these fillies and couldn’t help but feel nervous in their presence. Lips quivered as he carefully answered the question the older one posed to him. "Exploring. It is boring staying by mother and father’s side, besides, Aramis will protect me.” He said with brave confidence, his eyes defiant as if daring the elder one to try send him back home. No he would not go. Not yet at least anyway, there were much more fascinating things than playing in the Basin. For example, the fire filly’s companion. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted it’s dark outline with a jolt, it looked like a fox, but it had three tails! For a moment all Sacre could do was gape at it, much like he had with Fajira after he’d gotten over his fear of the flying reptile, before finally remembering scraps of manners and he nodded warily to the girl of fire.

"Ehrm ... Hi? I’m Sacre.” He introduced himself to the pair and the elder filly, boy like tones matched with a timid smile as he wondered if these females and the fox would become his friends. Shyly brushing his petite cloven hooves against the snow like a nervous twitch, wondering if he should try saying something else, but words wouldn't come and he awkwardly left it at that. Lobes of crimson and shadow itching forwards as his eyes wandered back the the flaxen femme and her intriguing three tailed fox, wondering if they too shared a bond like his father and Mr Lace did. Maybe one day he would experience such an interesting notion, though part of him blanched away from the privacy intrusion and idea of his thoughts being shared with another. He wasn't sure he’d like that very much.

[Sorry that took so long ><]