Her curiosity about the Seer position is answered almost before he speaks, as she senses a relunctance to answer. "I wonder where Hellena has gone, then." Was her simple reply, not really upset in her awareness that the unicorn in question had been older than appearances said. More dedicated to the Moon than even Mother. But with her absence... who would the Moon chose to hear Her words?
Trees gave way to openness and grass, revealing at first glimpses and then a full view of the Meadow that covered so much of the land between the Edge and the Threshold. In instinctive reaction to the lack of confinement, the silver child shifted sideways and arched open her wings in a slow extension of every joint that was almost luxurious. Soon after she flipped them closed again with a lazy sway of her tail. "Its good to know that things are almost back to normal, with much the same horses." She admitted, looking over at Dragomir, wondering just how much different the Edge was without her family.