[private] i can feel your halo

[Tarian]

Tarian had been surprised to find that Ashhal was still in Loess.

The two didn't band together - the Loessian who thought he no longer belonged anywhere - but the gray pegasus did spend enough time with the other to be aware of his comings and goings. Loess had enjoyed a spurt of activity - something that he credits to Lady Oceane - and somehow @[Ashhal] had managed to avoid most of them.

Solitude could be a marvelous skill for those who could master it.

With winter finally easing into spring, Tarian had started to gravitate towards the coastline again. There had been an inlet there that he preferred to the rolly hills and caves (not that there was anything wrong with them - but something about the beaches of Loess had put the Champion in mind of the cove where his uncle had practiced so many rituals and spoke of so many mythical things: of futures and pasts, of secrets that could only be divined from starlight) and the winged stallion was eager for the sprawling space of sea and sky when the warmer finally did arrive.

For now, though, Tarian could only bide his time until it came.

After finishing his rounds for the day, the gray had ventured towards where he might find Ashhal. The brute might be there, he might not. Today could be a day where his solitary streak remained intact (though Tarian has always been good at ruining things that brought others joy). And as if that thought rung true, the Champion caught a flash of steely gray between the somewhat shady saguaros. Probably taking a nap, he thinks. "No need to hide your pretty face," calls out the pegasus to Ashhal, "It's just me."