[SilentFeather]

King Tristan slumbered soundly that evening, wanting to think of only positive dreams. He was unaware of what his King was up to but something in him told him to awaken. After switching to consciousness he awoke instantly, rubbing his now well rested eyes. He washed himself thoroughly, adorning his body of silks and looked at his dresser, curious about a mysterious twice folded up parchment. With much thought he kept his note, using it to guide himself to the whereabouts of his better half chose to ride off to. He kept it held in his hands, never letting go.

First, King Tristan read the note as it lured him to the beautiful sleek black mare marked with a crescent. He got up upon the back of the horse, gripping the reigns as he let the horse do as she was trained to do. Softly, he stroked the spot between her pointed, erect ears, being gentle. 

"Transport me to the forest pools." Softly, King Tristan said to the horse. He remained hopeful, wondering as to where the forest pools were but trusted the noble horse to do as she was trained to do. After a time the horse lowered her body into a laying position on her stomach, letting King Tristan have a better chance of not falling. She was truly trained well. He tied the reign to a thick, looming tree, letting her graze and eat the emerald green grass and lush moss which was available. He wandered off to where his mind told him. He felt as though what the other King saw King Tristan was. Whatever the King saw it was the same way he thought he was.

"Erumollien? .. are you here?" King Tristan asked softly, walking around. "You wished to speak to me?"