Together, they departed the Hidden Falls, continuing on their ventures across Helovia to attempt to better bolster their defenses against the foul creatures that had stolen Arah and her foals away. The Lady is in good spirits as they journey westward, her smiles light and frequent and her laughter easy to come into play as the trio talks and banters on their long walk. It’s been too long since she’s travelled with company (more like never) and she finds that the presence of friends has made it thoroughly enjoyable.

Across the northern meadow they walked, all the way to the misty forest that had once been their home. The sight of the place arriving on her horizons is nostalgic, and while she is anxious about facing the Dragonheart this afternoon, she also is of good faith that the Queen of the Edge will be quite interested in the news and offer that the Basin brings to her this evening. The sun is low on the horizon as the triage arrives to the dilapidated wall, the Lady eyeing it almost mockingly as she thinks back to the mountain and how much more fearsome their defenses are than this ragged, crumbling mass of glass.

The smile that lines her face is not entirely happy emotions, this time around; so much for being the greater God, Mistress Moon.

Knowing that the image of their lost home is unsettling to herself, she glances to her companions as they come to a halt in front of a large gap in the wall, something she can only assume is a gate. She hopes their once residence here won’t intervene with their ability to appease and create bonds, and a part of her even hopes that the Dragonbitch had fallen during the tides of darkness so that she could more easily avoid the false dance of friendship with one of the few women on earth that Illynx hated more than she could describe with words alone.

That whore was a hypocritical pain in their ass, and the Gilded Blade had little patience for her, even in situations that required tact and kindness as this one did. Sure, the mare had granted them temporary peace after the failed wars of her dearest Psyche, but Illynx was of the opinion that those things had only come to pass because her home had fared far worse than she had initially let on, fear striking into her heart that the Basin might be victorious if they were to return. Was it not easier to take the tips off the fangs of the snake than to wait for it to strike?

"Weyrleaders!" her feminine voice strikes forth, proud and amplified as it snakes through the trees, "We are a delegation from the Aurora Basin, come to discuss matters of importance between our two herds."

[ OOC: Leaders and other high ranked members only, please, to allow for maximum expedience. :3 ]
@[Lena], @[Roland], @[Kahlua], @[Kaj]