The nerves were much higher with her during this meeting than they had been at the Falls, the personal problems between herself and the leaders of this wretched forest far greater and more poisoned than those that were held at the land of the Lord Earth. That she is disgruntled and uncomfortable is read only in the lazy way that she stands there along the border, adopting a guise of nonchalance and total assumption of comfort rather than displaying the weakness she harbored in her heart. After all, she was not the only one here today that had lost their home here, and she was also not the only one who had come to save children from the clutches of a hypocritical Dragon; she glances to Lena alongside her, who appears more solid in her convictions to be here than her Lady feels, though Illynx knows its likely a storm of conflicting desires within the breast of the Mender, as well.

Too much was looming ahead of her for the gilded wench to turn away now, even if the thought of having to be kind to that slut made her heart want to grow legs and kick her every step on its way out of town.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long; they are first greeted by a golden pegasus, a great boldness to his step and a vagueness to him in her memory that meant this was either a new one of Mirage’s toys or she had finally managed to lead alongside someone she wasn’t screwing. What surprises her most is that it isn’t the Dragon Queen who comes to greet them first and foremost, the black mare strangely wraith like in her mannerisms and ability to be seemingly everywhere she needed to be at all times.

But her answer is given to her, drawing a smile to her lips that she forces to assume the guise of one more friendly and welcoming than its true form of delight and heinous glee that the era of dragons has come to a close within the Edge. "Of course," she amiably agrees in accordance to Kaj’s suggestion that they await the arrival of the others, smugly thinking to herself that such things were obvious though still wearing her cordial, conversationalist’s grin, "if you would so patiently await our introductions until all are present, for the sake of a Lady’s sanity." Her smile falters only briefly as a painted mare familiar to her arrives to stand alongside the proclaimed king, her introduction of self as the co-ruler who had taken Mirage’s place nearly severing the composure that held the giddy golden bitch in check.

This is who had replaced the most formidable foe her people had ever faced?

Up until this very moment, she’d never had a name for the River Walker, but that the single most foolish woman she’d yet to meet in her years of life had come to be a Queen was so laughable that it took all the restraint the Lady held within her not to fall into hysterical, mocking giggles. Instead, her smile broadens, eyes burning with her smothered laughter, an elegant appearance of one truly interested in the turning of events that pass before her.

Queen Kahlua, mistress of cotton and vapid smiles.

She simply cannot explain how delighted she is to know that Mirage is gone and all she has to worry over now is a silly girl who dances on frozen water like a fool.

That the other woman was also a monster as she was draws minute interest from the Lady, but mostly because it is toward one of her company that her gentle thanks of salvation is offered.

"Lena saves many, her heart most kind and benevolent," she says as Kahlua notes on the friendship of sorts shared between she and the healer, the golden Lady smiling all the more sweetly as her ego purrs in her head, petting her for being so wise as to bring the healer along with her on this venture, "I would not be here but for her, either." Surely, the painted woman does not harbor kindness and love towards her, not since she’d assaulted both her and her buckskin companion that winter passed, and it is likely that the presence of Lena spared Illynx sharp words on behalf of that moment…

Though, perhaps not, she thinks, remembering another time when the Sunshower (who would ever tremble in awe and respect before that title, anyway?) had come to the Basin baring gifts, her lips sealed then, as well. Could it be that the Edge has chosen a coward to lead them? Her mind purrs viciously, hoping that this is the case; cowards turn and run when the hoards come to devour one’s kingdom, and without a Queen to guide them, any herd would be sure to fall much more swiftly than had she stayed. It was a simple matter, really; leaders were not meant to win the wars.

They were meant to rally others to battle for them, to guide where their horns would strike.

A third party arrives, another stallion, taking station alongside the Queen, admonishing the soft hearted paint’s words of monstrosity and introducing himself as Aaron, a Glazier. One glance at the wall behind her makes her wonder if he’s any good at his job or if things are really so poorly off within the dilapidated structure that he hasn’t the time to touch it.

Both are pleasant thoughts. She likes the way this meeting is playing out before her.

Believing all to be present, she parts her lips to grant all present with the names of her companions and self as a red bolt streaks through the gathering, puffing up his frame before Roland and attempting to subdue the intruders with his punitive, crimson mass. A startled snort escapes her nostrils, her lips grow into a scowl as she watches the idiot dragon assault one of her company, a shout from inside the walls stalling the beast’s game as her golden eyes shoot to the pale mare who arrives after the creature called Valiance.

Luckily for the young dragon, this is not the time for her to smash other kid’s toys, however badly she wants to rip the wings off the idiotic wyvern; it is not even a time to let her annoyance linger for long, the Lady brushing off her aggravation with the unprofessional and obviously terrified equine for the sake of the conversation at hand.

Resplendence.

Thus far, Illynx is unimpressed with most all in the delegation but for the King and his Glazier, dubiously looking at each from her inner windows while smiling as if she truly likes each of them. There is a herd in there, behind them, and while they may be led by seemingly daft oddballs, she knows how deeply loyalty can run.

"I am the Lady Illynx, and these are my companions, the Time Mender Lena and our promising Impersonator, Roland," she nods to each face that stands before her in turn, assuming (perhaps wrongly) that they all can place the names of her accompanying unicorns to whom they belong without her pointing to them, "We’ve come to discuss politics, the potential bonds between my people and yours." She pauses, looking to Kahlua in specific as she chooses her next words. "We have not always been friends, for obvious reasons that I will not regale for the sake of efficiency," she returns to looking to each face in front of her, sure to keep her words soft and kind in tone, "but we are watched by the Lord of Time; Time brings changes. More changes than just this simple offer of peace and unity, my friends, for there are threats growing outside both our borders, snakes that have sunk their fangs deep into my people already. We come to share what we know of them, to learn what you might have learned of their whereabouts."

She pauses, sighing for added effect, a dark and heavy sound that relates some of the angst and sorrow she feels for Arah and her daughters, the rage that broils within her belly for the whore queen Confutatis. "Tell me, King and Queen of World’s Edge," she drawls after a short pause, golden eyes burning as they find the face of the golden stallion known as the Stormbringer, "what do you know of the Regime? They are said to reside not far south of here."