Awe and wonder I'd embrace, and the world a new again ;;

Night is falling, the warm fall day slowly giving way to a cooler night, the crickets half-heartedly thrumming in the gathering darkness. Taboo moves quietly, self-assuredly, skull held high, contemplation clear on his features. It had been quite awhile since he had visited the Oracle’s cottage. It felt … peaceful. Once he had sought solitude and peace in the shadows of Rencor. Now it seemed he could not find peace anywhere. Primitively marked appendages slow as the cottage comes into view, moonlight playing on his hide, illuminating the dirty white patches splashed across his frame. Blazed countenance swings from left to right, ears ensuring that he is alone. It seemed almost intimate, this meeting with the Oracle to receive a new gem and with it further elemental powers. He had now wish to share this moment with any other. With a heavy sigh, he eases to a halt, the white picket fence just below his chin. Nostrils flare in a soft whicker, announcing his presence, though he has no doubt that she already knows he is here and why …

Amber eyes search the dark cottage, seeking any sign of life before glazing over with his innermost thoughts. She would come to him when she was ready. For a moment, he wishes that he could stay in this enclave, away from the pressing troubles of Hoof Prince. Though some of the troubles are of his own making, namely the ongoing battle for King of Scythia. He wanted the throne, and badly. Not for the power, nor the fame. He simply … needed to make a difference. Prove that he was a force to be reckoned with. Show that he does not need to stand on bloodlines or the graces of other monarchs in order to reach for the stars. Line of vision traces up the clear sky, a half-hearted smile gracing his features at the sight of the numerous celestial beings hanging high above him. Sometimes he felt so alone in this world. But he will never admit it to any one, never show his weaknesses. Perhaps once, long ago when he had first come to Hoof Prince, he would have. But now, with the promise of a crown lying just beyond his reach, and the gathering of power beneath his very flesh, he cannot afford to allow his resolve to crack. His expression hardens, eyes once again caressing the small cottage, nostrils flared in attempt to gather the human’s scent to his own senses.