It was a strange feeling.

The Qian and the Tuuli had been united for longer than the days Mirage could count herself as a 'Helovian'. It was a friendship forged in tough times, built on trust and loyalty. Though the little shadowmare had not been told directly, she knew something was amiss. Never before had Kri sent a messenger to deliver something - she had always walked into the heart of the realm, knowing that she was welcome, and been embraced liked the sister with feathered appendages that Mirage never had.

But Kri, was gone.

It was a subtle realisation in the mare, and she was not sure just how she felt about it. She knew her chocolate friend would never have left without a dire reason, but she could not help but feel.. Left behind. Abandoned. Forlorn.

The little shadowmare wondered, had Kri asked her to follow, would Mirage had gone with her? Perhaps that was why they were such good friends - Kri knew to never put the DragonHeart in that position, to choose between one friend and one family - all of whom she truly considered to be family.

Like a shadow, she moved, her cloak causing her body to shimmer and dance through the mists and timbers like a wraith through a graveyard. Long, flowy movement carried her across the ground, and with a golden dragon lazily flitting above her, the WeyrLeader and her dragon followed the trail of her kin to the Meadow - for what? She did not know.

Svelte ears twisted atop her tiara as she heard the deep voice of Lace introduce himself, and with a small smirk she reserved just for him, she stepped from the shadows and dropped her cloak at the same time, seemingly being crafted from the darkness itself. Dark muzzle pressed against the shoulder of her beloved co-lead, a low murmur wuffling in her throat in greeting. She was proud of him, truly, pleased and enthused for the future she saw ruling their herd together.

To the others that gathered, she spoke quietly, her golden eyes gleaming - it had been dawn, until the mistress of night had arrived. Now twilight lingered, precariously fighting the rising sun. "Greetings Midas," she began, recognising him from discussions with Kri in the past, as well as his involvement in securing her own homeland. "And to you, good ser." Sculpted features dipped, as she resumed her position alongside her leader.

"I do my best not to miss a gathering called by friends of the Throat," she explained, appreciating the effort Smoke and Rishima had made to come with Lace, and certainly not taking away their purpose - the Edge was a family, and would stand before their friends and foes alike as such.