The day was done and the night was now in full swing, soon it would be day and he had claimed no relaxation for himself. Solomyr was tiring and it would not be long before that decision to remain conscious was taken from him. The alabaster stallion's vocals reached him once more as his ears twitched carefully to make his words as audible as possible. A smirk plastered itself across his lips as he listened intently to what the other had to say, ruffling his feathered appendages as he spoke of rewards and advantages. Being able to lift oneself higher than the birds dared to fly was a thrilling concept, one that clouded his mind as he became consumed by his own thoughts of what else could be offered to him and how it would improve him and make him more efficient.
Flicking his tail sharply against his flank he used the stinging bite to awaken him slightly as Hurricane spoke of accompanying him to 'the Tundra'. The cold would cause him no issue, his thickened coat could hold up to the harshest conditions this land had to offer. Though ice flurries tended to drive equines away it showed a sense of pride and resilience, one that he could not help but respect; though nomadic equines must also have made it their home, snow covered lands always seemed quiet and lonely. Hurricane studied him for a while, Solomyr's own gaze never wavered but he nodded slightly at his last words; he did not trust easily and this was almost giving him an escape as it were. Sighing he dipped his head and acknowledged for Hurricane to lead the way; not bothering to speak as the night began to wane.
release me from this mortal frame