Her smile gained splendor under the equally dark commentary of the good doctor, gilded orbs twinkling bemusedly at the placid expression of the bay in comparison to the delicately laced humor of his statement. "A fine prize, indeed," simpered the regal woman with a devilish grin that faded as her gaze tore away from D'art, her attentions turning to the words of the others who had arrived to welcome the stranger, as well as the stranger himself. Her features slipped around to observe Huyana's arrival as her ears remained locked on the individual voices sounding out, the traditionally built unicorn silent as storm clouds, a piece of her character that Illynx was beginning to understand to be a part of the blue mare's nature. It was not to be said that it didn't make her nervous; it did. Nearly overly chatty herself, the silence of the female was unnerving in a way that she could not explain, a similar sensation to that which overtook her when she found herself forced to stand in proximity to Deimos.

Perhaps, it was respect that disquieted her insides so; more likely, it was her absolute inability to understand things that were not as she was.

The sound of the red maned humanoid creature... thing drew her eyes away from the Scholar and back to his strange face, her smile subtle and guarded at his words but blooming into full fledged happiness as his form bent over in an awkward but still visually pleasing display. It did indeed confirm her suspicions that he was strong and able; such a movement surely required intense strength of the chest and limbs, and as easily as he returned to an upright posture the mare could deduce that there were only gains to be had from such a beast, and with more conviction than she might have before this revelation, she gave her own slight bow to the stranger in the form of a deep nod of her golden crown.

Her lips split to reply to Kelec just as D'artagnan's voice broke over them all, the Lady pivoting her gaze to look with wide eyed surprise at the underlying ferocity in the doctor's normally placid tone. The half horse lifted one of his strange claws from his side, presenting it almost as if it was a minuscule wall between the Nightshade's outcry and the scholar who had dared call the creature something he had not already called himself. Curiosity nestled itself into her features, her amusement writ clear as day across her features at the small disturbance in the group. Even more fun than the doctor or the centaur was the way the stallion who had called the creature Lefiri leaped into the air at being called out so suddenly, his youth and anxieties shining through what had previously been a rather stoic facade. Luckily for Carnesir, however, the Lefiri himself defended the claim he had made, proving the Reaper's companion to be no liar as a long stream of incomprehensible and bizarre titles for the odd assemblage of creature that he was.

Lefiri it would be. At least that was only three syllables and didn't make her feel as if she was choking on her own tongue as she silently reiterated them to herself after each word drew to a close.

Once more, her focus returned to the centaur, who called himself Kelec, listing off his lineage (of no importance to her, he was not a unicorn and was thus entirely alien to the bitch) and realm of origin, which she took the time to set away in the back of her mind. It may come of some use later, to know the name of the land from which such oddities hailed, where ever it may be to the east. She heard his request but gave it no immediate response, instead slipping her eyes around to the silent and predatory Deimos, seeking his reaction to such a notion before providing her own answer.

"I approve," the shadow cloaked stallion rumbled, to which her smile gained in brilliance (how it was possible, I do not know) and her eyes returned their glimmering stare back to the nervously shuffling Kelec. A long pause filled the air, the Lady sweeping her eyes one last time across the strange composition of the male, a lingering glance allowed the doctor before she passed her first true movement as a Lady of the Basin. "Welcome home, Kelec," she stated, coyly glancing at the red haired being from eyes that were squinting shut under the shifting of the sun, which had reappeared from behind a cloud and was now partially blinding her, "should anyone offer you trouble, do let me know?"

She was sure it would more than likely come to pass, knowing all to well those who resided upon the mountain with her, and while she felt some trepidation for how the herd would respond to the unique man, she would make damn well and sure that Kelec was left to live as he wished upon the mountain.