As if summoned by her words, the ghost who had brought work of the marching darkness appears alongside the clown faced one, the welcomed sight of two strong unicorn women standing proud heartening in ways that she cannot and will not voice during this meeting. It is fair to say that she does feel some kindness within her dark heart for the winged King of this beautiful valley, but it is not enough to save him from the weakness displayed so openly along his shoulders, the white expanse of wing tipped in gold that makes her want to spit at his hooves and walk away. But she glances, ever so slightly, to the bay alongside her own body, and quiets her soul; the alliance is not for her, or for her precious Plague, but for those who help hold the mask over it all.

She would be the queen to them that Psyche had failed to be, a queen to them all, both the yin of the snowy peaks and the yang of the dark caves that riddled its belly.

The words of her companions have filled in the rest of their offers for her, a smile of thanks sent towards Roland for withholding the information they carried with them for the time being; for this friendship, it was not necessary. The only wounds that existed between the Basin and the Foothills had died with their old leaders, she hoped, and with any luck the extended branch of peace would be enough to win over the heart of the painted pegasus Lord of this land. She feared little in the ways of the dark witch and her moon faced accomplice, though she could not explain why and refused to admit that it was merely her comfort in their presence that left her so assured.

"And I you, Madam Circuta," she smiles, partly a truth though she is mostly glad that someone so obviously for the miscreants of the mountain had arrived to pitch her own voice into the melee of words that will surely follow the leader’s departure from the gathering. That most of the faces apparent had shown obvious preference to the female ruler present was also promising, a thought that leaves the Lady silently thanking herself for choosing only one male to accompany her and a quiet natured one at that, endlessly grateful for the absence of the dark stallion she ruled alongside.

He would only complicate things further.

She turns golden eyes to Midas as he speaks, bowing her head graciously while she grips her tongue savagely between her teeth. "We kindly accept your offer, Czar Midas, and I look forward to when we speak again," she says, her smile delicate and beautiful on her lying little face; she personally would rather sleep in a pit of vipers than alongside a former liege of the Throat, but even a Lady must admit when her legs are tired and spending the night somewhere might prove the tenderness of her emotions towards them.

Illynx