His inner compass would not guide him here, not within the labyrinthine halls of the forest that sprawled over Delumine's Southern territories. Graciously, the magic that pulled at his heart did not make him stray from the well worn paths that twined through the trunks and boughs of the wood. For while he would not die of starvation, the stallion may very well go mad if he were to be trapped among the verdant sea. Already, he had been strolling along the trail for the better part of the day - well, it felt like the better part of the day, it wasn't as if he could see the sky between the thick canopy of emerald and brown that tangled above his head. Despite the closeness of the forest, however, Camdis didn't feel suffocated or uncomfortable. Rather, there was a reverence that was cradled in his chest, the awe apparent on his otherwise expressionless face as he gazed up, down, around, anywhere and everywhere that the ancient forest had seeded it's children. 

"How long have you been here?" He asked the forest, knowing he would not receive a reply, but enjoying the feel of voicing his questions instead of letting them clang around so clumsily in his horned head. "Have you seen the rise and fall of kingdoms? Of gods?" 

Suddenly, the stallion was seized with an unrelenting thirst for knowledge, for understanding beyond his years. He had heard of a priestess from Mistward, a vale in nestled in the mountain passes to the far west of his birth kingdom, who could commune with plant life, who could listen to their whispers and learn of their secrets. How he craved that ability, how he craved to learn something other than the bitterness that plagued him. 

"If I could hear you, would you teach me of your time here?"