Taivas disappeared in a flurry of feathers, while Kiada announced that she would venture towards the jungles. He wanted to go with them, but he felt called to another place. He had offered the Magnus Metus hope once before, but the hunter had refused the light. Still, the stallion refused to give up. He would help the silent hunter find warmth and hope. It was the least he could do after fighting him. So, soaked and weary, the stallion walked. He noted another moving in the same direction as the maze and angled his path towards them. He did not know Waker's name, nor would he be able to ask at this time. But he was glad to have another horse beside him. He did not wish to enter the labyrinth alone again. Head held low, wings heavy and sodden, he plodded on. Thoughts of his previous encounter with the Metus danced in his mind and his still fresh scars itched. Would they have as much of a fight on their hands as they had with the sirens? He looked to the sullen Pegasus who still bleed from his wound in his neck. Would they survive if they were attacked? With those happy thoughts running through his brain, Roscorro plowed onward, careful to never lose Waker or anyone else that may follow.
Siren's Summit
