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Skoll watched his companion pick her was delicately along the path, her tiny shimmering hooves nimble as if she could really take flight with the wings painted to her sides. Those eyes filled with liquid darkness held a slight amusement but foremost a soft caring look that if one did not know him well might go unnoticed all together. Luckily the only one who really did know him had her back to him, and even if she didn’t, it wasn’t like she could she the faint grin on his lips. Though she did seem to have an uncanny ability to see his emotions, without as much as a word from him. He lowered his face, the white painted mask startling against the dark brown that dominated most of his body, the headpiece and jewel like horns glimmering as they caught the sunlight, as he studied his path with a collected composure of a scholar. Unlike the tiny fleet of foot mare in front of him, he relied on his eyes to show him the physical path… Now matters of the mysterious were completely different. “Hati if you keep at this pace im going to have a most ungraceful incident “He said, voice laced with humor and ruefulness all at once. His hooves were sure footed but one wrong step could send him tumbling down the slop, the loose rocks falling with him as he crashed into the blind mare. The image was so vivid in his mind he actually slowed down a pace or to. He didn’t have the future sight as Hati did, but one could never be too careful.

“Oh and let you beat me to the floor? I think not “He said with a wry grin, more for his own benefit then for hers.” I would never live it down, to be beaten in a show of physical endurance by a tiny, blind, mare “he said, chuckling as if he could be offended by such a silly thing. He was a large stallion, muscular and swift, with a solidness to him that would make anyone thing twice before starting a dual. But his truly strong point was his mind. He was a Shaman, a stallion connected to the other side; his own body was adorned with metals and stones to enhance his focus to the spiritual world that filled every organic thing.

Hearing hatis worries take shape in a physical panic that he almost never saw, and he had spent every wakening moment of the past seven years with her, he gritted his teeth and leapt over the same boulder. He cleared it warily, but he weighted so much more then the little Luna moth that the rocks on the path beneath his feet shifted, and then skidded, and suddenly he was sliding down the steep path, trying to backtred to keep himself from an uncontrolled slide the last fifty feet of canyon wall. He worked as hard as he could to use his own weight to support hati as the path slid unrelentingly faster

He had not even caught his breath from the existent of the slide and already his little mare was off running around. She saw were she was heading, the dead end of the canyon, nothing but the sheer cliff of wall that even a mountain goat dare not tred…. That…. And a dead tree, long released from its mortal coil, all ashen and brittle. That couldn’t be what was glimmering in hatis mind, trees did not move, and there was just nothing else there. He narrowed his eyes… the lights hati saw were always links of the soul and to the future. The future came in vivid dreams were in which she was completely unaware of her surroundings, and hati was very much aware of everything right now, which meant it was a soul… which meant it was something living. Hati was attuned well enough to be able to tell the difference between a living and a dead soul, and she was so sure it was a living creature. Yet there was nothing living aside from some very musically inclined crickets.

He watched her move as if she were looking at a person, and his confusion grew, there was just nothing there, yet she acted as if she were walking up and going to start a conversation.