Riding the Silverwolf and the Horned Pegasus, they both moved gracefully to a stop before a stable tucked neatly into the gilded outskirts of the Dawn Region.
A beast handler wearing an immaculate brown and gold uniform approached, bowing deeply as Celestia dismounted.
"Lady Celestia," the handler greeted reverently. "And… Lord Aeric?" His tone was polite, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise. The Son of Starlight in the Dawn Region? What news!
Aeric lifted his brow at the stunned man, before he slid off Sylver's back, patting the beast's sleek silver fur after.
"We're not keeping them here," Celestia said warmly, handing over the reins of her Pegasus. "Since you're the only one I know they can trust, I just want you to hold and tag them along. So that we..." she glanced at Aeric, "can focus more on ourselves."
The handler looked at two of them. "Of course, my lady. To the Castle then?"
