While homesickness was something foreign to Shift, the drop in Lucas's energy was hard to miss. As they passed under the canopy of trees, enjoying a brief spot of shade, Shift tilted his head skyward, pondering the question with a low murmur. "Not sure what their original owners called them, but I guess they've been with me long enough that it doesn't matter. The jet black stallion, keeping a white mane, is Dusk. The pure white stallion, carrying a black mane, is Dawn. We've seen plenty of both on our travels, and just like their namesakes, these two have kept going. Just like me...," Shift trailed on. Turning calmly to Lucas, his eyes and smile were more relaxed, yet somehow reflective. But before that feeling could fully take form, trapping them all in the past, Shift continued on, "And now we've got a new companion! Someone to share all those sights and journeys with." As those words claimed the air, one both bittersweet and hopeful, Shift extended his hand, just as he had when they first met, "Welcome aboard, Lucas. Let's make the most of it!"