The younger mare managed to hold her tongue, and a brow half rose wondering if it was so difficult to mind her manners. None the less Faelene was grateful for that. She rather not deal with attitude, and it proved maybe Tillas was not so unwise. One intelligent act did not mean everything. The covers that were worn could only speak so much of the layers beneath. Faelene was not curious about those layers, except for one reason; she didn't want to call for the King to greet a whining, arrogant, and ungrateful trespasser. Everyone's time was precious, and she had noticed the herd numbers growing, he probably had so much to do and so little time. With no one to advise her if her move was wise, she let her judgement settle, and her mind ease. What was done, could not be changed and they would have to wait and see if he could make the call.

The charcoal cloaked maiden, had hoped to wait in silence. A question popped out of the more ashen damsel's mouth. "So, who is King Mauja?" Faelene could not answer that question, because she did not know herself. It first occurred to her as a question with such a wide horizon of answers. Dark mask became thoughtful, and she shifted her weight amongst her thick pillars. Who was Mauja the Frostheart? She seemed to ask herself, collecting everything she knew. The list was very short. She could describe his appearance, but not who he was. And it bothered her. She wasn't about to stand, gawking off like some dope, pondering the universe. That would take all eternity. A hint of a smile on her velvet lips she answered,"That you will have to figure for yourself." And I... she miserably added in her thoughts.

Her mind was going to pick itself apart, trying to think how she would even begin to know the King she served who undoubtedly had better things to do, when she heard distant movement in the forest. Ears cast back, and she turned her head around to see who was upon them. She was greeted by a masculine tone, silver irises meeting one of icy blue, a single puff of warm breath upon her neck. She caught his silent expression, and it eased her to see it. She had done the right thing. Though she would not admit it, she was always waiting for anger, for harshness but this King had yet to show her any of that. "Yes," she answered, letting her eyes fall upon Tillas. "I found a weary traveling interested in finding a more permanent home." She gave brief description, feeling that Tillas could introduce herself, and request what she may.