Very little went on in the Dark Forest that a certain shadow of a mare was not made aware of. A glimmer of gold shifted in the trees above, her scales glistening with health and vitality, catching the Sun's rays and tilting them downwards. The reptilian flyer enjoyed basking in the warmth of the Sun, it aided to fuel the fire within her belly, and move the oxygen about her vessels and veins. Her lean, muscular form leaned over a thick branch above, long, thin tail securing itself around another branch higher up so that she could lean even further. Curiously she watched this stallion make himself quite at home at the watering hole, providing a different perspective of his appearance that she relayed to her bonded, whom she could feel was not far away.

As light sometimes twists the images of objects in a heated desert, Mirage's magic worked in similar ways. The shadowy minx stood almost silently, only the gentle breeze of her breath passing through her nares potentially betraying her presence. But with the entire Forest breathing around them, she doubted the impact of her own respiration would cause detection of her whereabouts. A strange, shimmering, flickering image of a dark smudge of a mare sometimes came into view, if one bent their head around the nearest tree to attempt to focus upon her. Eyes of aureate splendour absorbed all they could of the stallion's appearance, noting the youthfulness of him, and yet the scars that suggested a life lived through struggling times.

He piqued her interest.


Abruptly, the mare came into view, a breath later, she began to move, with a strange, feline grace, lithe and lissom, the smooth arc of her nape hosting her finely carved tiara with a pleasant demeanour - she was neither hot nor cold in her outwardly appearance. With a gentle flutter of draconic wings, Akaith appeared upon the small of Mirage's back, as the mare entered the scene with a purpose yet to be revealed. Acknowledging the brute with a gentle tilting of her visage, a hint, a mere shadow of a smile might have tickled the edges of her maw, but it was gone before any lasting effects could curve the entirety of her velvet lips. "Hello." Honey-sweet melodies intoned, her strange accent evident even in the single word. "What brings you to the Dark Forest?"