[open] i will not speak of your sin; anyone

[Tarian]

Sometimes he misses his soldiering days.

Not that he misses the muck and the death, not that he misses living with the very real probability that his career would only end when he finally died on some battlefield. But that lifestyle had been regimented and structured; Tarian recreates it as best he can but Beqanna loves to throw wrenches into his routines.

Settling into a home that very shortly catches on fire. He thought the Alliance would be straightforward - as cut and dry as his early sparring sessions had been - and then the damn sun had burnt out. And then, not only had the world gone dark, but there had been those foul creatures prowling.

Tarian should know better, especially after his experiences with Ashhal and Altissima.

He isn't entirely sure what it has been lately but each patrol or trip he makes, there is something that happens like this. Ashhal had a chunk swallowed by a monster. Altissima looked near-death when he accidentally stumbled across her and this stallion looks no better. He appears like he needs some sort sustenance but he is muttering a name and Tarian lifts his head. He's not familiar with it but if this man had been near Death, it doesn't surprise the pegasus that he's calling out the name of a woman. Most of his wounded comrades - especially the ones closest to their graves - called out the names of their loved ones. Mothers, sisters, aunts, sweethearts.

The silver stallion assumes that this is who 'Islas' is to the dunskin.

"I don't know of any Islas," the gray gruffly admits. "But there are many I do not know in Loess."

The Loessian Champion thinks that the stallion in front of him could use a meal but he doubts that the gold-and-blue will settle until he finds this Islas. There is something in his face that reminds Tarian of the few devoted souls that came looking for his Uncle; they came to his sacred cove to ask questions and search for answers among the stars. It makes him uneasy and so the winged horse shifts his weight while further assessing the stranger with a swift glance. "I am Tarian," he says, "and you are?"

It's an uncomfortable silence that follows but Tarian has never claimed to be a social animal. "If I know who you are, I might have a better of how to find who you're looking for."

@[Tiercel]