There are four in her borders, three of whom are known and kin to one another – little does she know that she looks at a picture of a family, a lost sister following the trail of her rose tinged sibling standing amidst her niece and the babe’s handsome sire. What she does see is that Hotaru is defensive while Deodat is amiable, and her warning flags are raised that the stranger is not unknown to the pretty dame that has brought her so many things since her arrival to the mountain (if the new armor across her shoulders is any sign that she has yet again shown her worth), chores of a newborn filly be damned.

She arrives on the group and catches the stranger’s name, further justifying her beliefs; the sharpness of what else is said draws a bemused smile to the golden mare’s lips, a wonder now burning in the depths of her eyes that seeks to know what thorn lies between this pale, buttermilk damsel at her gate and one of her most prized toys at this moment in time.

Her answer comes swiftly, slipping from Hotaru’s lips as she halts within their company, dark tail swaying gently around her golden ankles. Surprise widens her eyes for the briefest of moments, her gaze wandering between the two and taking note of the similarities; twins? Time’s shaggy beard, she hadn’t known Tolio had it in him.

Clearing her throat in a small sound of dignified purpose she hopes to draw their attentions to her and away from the crackling field of animosity that lies between the two sisters. Illynx is yet again thankful that she has no siblings at this moment; they seem to only stir trouble and cause bonds that shorten ones lifespan and widens their weaknesses. "Greetings, Raeden, and my dear friends," she smiles at the collective family unit and nods to each in turn, glancing longer at the filly among them with a sly wink to let her know she is included among those “dears” as she gives the only one present to not know her name that simple gift, "I am the Lady Illynx. You have grown much, young Arya."

A warm smile is shared with the girl before she lets her eyes move away. Looking over to Hotaru with a devious gleam in the depths of her eyes that returns to an amiable sparkle as she looks back to the strange sister, Raeden, she hopes to impart that she is willing to torment the newcomer a little for the sake of the obviously bitter Hotaru – for no reason other than Illynx finds her worthy of such fun, no matter what rift has spread between the bond that should hold them sacred to one another. "I’m afraid Hotaru is right, however. Why are you here, darling?"

[ OOC: Merp. :| Its not sehr gut lol. Not in the writing, but Kyst is on her back basically being a boring griffon. ]

There was a river once,
with many round stones
enchanted by shallow hopes
of embracing the ocean;
water is peculiar this way,
how its life is a line
that cannot bend or change
without the approval of its bed.