[open] Magnus, Any;

[Ruan]

Ruan

it's not by bone but yet by blade
can break the magic that the devil made

 
It was a visit long overdue. The guilt had ridden him for a while and finally he was spared a moment to venture out and travel. The world outside the Taiga seemed so much brighter compared to the dark forest, the sun baking through his thick coat. He stopped halfway through to dunk himself in a clear-water pond, cooling himself off with a brief soak. It would've been faster to use his magic, but where was the fun in that? He preferred not to use it.

He could use a little stop-and-smell-the-roses anyway.

With a heave, he pulled himself out and gave a vigorous shake, throwing water in all directions. His fur stood fluffy and thick, dark with moisture but more comfortable under the heat of the sun now. When he stepped into the kingdom, he surveyed around him. It'd been a damn long time since he'd been here. He was a terrible friend. He should've visited more.

He'd been kept busy.

At the sight of Magnus nearby, a smile crossed his dark mouth and he made his way over. The golden stallion had probably just finished with a visit at the border, also kept busy, but his happiness at seeing his friend again didn't allow him to feel to bad about interrupting his day. Friendship was new and welcome to him. He hadn't been allowed them previously.

"Magnus." The children weren't with him today, a last minute decision. They were normally at his side nearly constantly. He hadn't wanted to bring them out of their forest without first knowing how the world was managing out here. "It's been too long. How are you?"

and it's not by fire but what's forged in flame
can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain