[private] oh, can't you hear the drums?

[Tarian]

He doesn't immediately seek out Lady @[Oceane] when he first returns to Loess. His early morning ritual becomes an afternoon one in this case and with winter almost upon them, Tarian heads to one of the famous hot springs. The pegasus soaks for a time, mulling over thoughts and how to present what he learned of the Brilliant Pampas. He hadn't found Noah. There had hardly been a trace of anyone at all but perhaps that would change with the new Prince of the Pampas.

Tarian groaned as he lifted his wings out of the warm water, disliking the way that the cold air wrapped around them. 

It was now or never, he decided. There was little sense in trying to decide how to explain the previous ruler's disappearance and the ascension of the new one. The Queen had requested a report of the Loessian territory from Tarian and as a stallion ever true to his word, he set out to deliver it. He drips while he walks through the spires and redwalls, moving towards where he might find the Southern ruler.  By the time he's found the opalescent leader, Tarian is no longer dripping (rather he's a gleaming creature beneath the winter sun) and the gray dips his head respectfully though his usual stoic expression slips into a troubled frown. 

"My lady," Tarian starts as he lifts his head and settles his almost cloud-white wings against his sides. "I've returned from the Brilliant Pampas." His dark nostrils exhale and he adds, "My report is ready, if you have a moment."