The same wariness and delicate care was taken by she who was painted so similarly to Midas as she moved right of Africa to gaze with wonder-filled eyes upon the new life. The dappled Pegasus felt an enormous wave of amity swell between the trio, a wellbeing that she had not felt since the earliest of her days in Dragon’s Throat, when any without wings had been scarce. There could be nothing more satisfying then the company of your own kind, she thought often, though never a racist thought consumed her mind. Quietly she gazed, smiling, marvelling at the foundation of love and familiarity being set; that which would inevitably turn into the thick and strong bond, like she and Silas shared.

Africa had not felt such elation for years- at least since the first giddy moments lingering now as waning memory only, when she had first skirted the Helovian landscape on her journey through the sky, home.

Gentle creamy eyes lifted to roam across the enamoured expression of the black and white as she spoke around a tentative pause, declaring mutual adoration. She continued eagerly to ask about the little chick’s bloodlines- which of their distant feathery relatives he might in the end resemble. The curious, harmless questioning seemed not to bother their lighter-hued companion at all and she firstly had nodded that her new soul mate was indeed a ‘he’. She went on without drawing her romantic gaze from the infant, to explain that he was a Peregrine Falcon- a raptor Africa gathered as her inquisitive gaze caressed the already large claws beneath his breast, and the beak which looked a little like that which sat upon Silas. She shrugged coolly as Parelia admitted she had not the faintest idea how the knowledge about him had come to her- it hardly mattered after all, and the one-winged mare had felt similarly about her sudden acquisition of knowledge about her, then, young zephyr. Some things, she felt instantly, were better left in the hands of their mysterious Gods.

After the softly-toned Pegasus had introduced herself to their newest friend, Penna rocked forward across his sweet, unsteady legs and chirped- rather demandingly; which in turn stirred his bonded into a mild panic. She exclaimed all at once that the child was hungry, and Africa reached forward towards the troubled mare, to touch lightly and comfortingly her nose against the quivering warmth of her skin. A flood of concern began to inundate the rotunda as Parelia realised the predicament surrounding the little falcon’s diet, dancing lights still swirling about them without the shade of cloud cover to dim their relentless joy. Her voice softened in conclusion, and upon its tail was born a new question to which the grey answered, "I’ve not seen Silas dine on anything which we would not…" Her eyes shadowed in thought and she turned, calling through her mind for the star-speckled avian to shed light.

"What would this hatchling eat?"

Without discomforting himself in any way, the zephyr pulled from her mind a snapshot of the babe- he was barely an adolescent though, and aside from tending the welfare of his beloved, felt little desire to fend for any other; certainly not hunt the living. A curt croak spilt from his throat which still nestled down against the fluffy warm collar of his feathers.

‘Meat.’

"Penna is a carnivore." Africa offered the two waiting mares, glancing awkwardly towards the helpless chick. "Silas and he share the same beak though, as does Fina- another zephyr." She drew a breath, trying in earnest to piece the fragmented thoughts in her mind into something comprehendible. "Fina eats meat also, but Silas forages with me for fruits and seeds. Could you offer him something… vegetable?" She looked to the black and white nodding, perhaps trying to draw some sign that she agreed. Africa had no idea how to hunt, without stating as much aloud, she could think of nothing more awful than catching and killing another creature, and using it as food. A wince slipped through her transparent, pallid face and she gulped quietly.

Silas turned his eye towards his beloved, a sigh spilling between their minds. If truly she felt that nauseated by the concept, he would perhaps indulge them with a lesson.