Mothers may not be watching, but someone always is.

The little golden queen knew all too well the wandering ways of the pale little colt. But she was hardly going to stop him! For if she roused the mother to the colt every time he wandered, she would hardly get to have some fun with him.

The bonded to this little gold thought a bit differently, yet was willing to allow the colt his indulgence. Let him have his innocence, let him explore, let him learn. A smile traced her lips, as with her cloak in place, she followed him, a shimmering shadow upon the lands. Footsteps were swallowed up by the night, the colt too focussed upon his journey to even notice that he was being tracked. Akaith flew high in the skies, her golden frame hidden in the night sky.

That is, until the moon rose. She appeared a strange crimson gold under tonight's moonlight, deep and rich, but still with the hint of her magnificent topaz hue peeking through. Still, she flew onwards, her draconic abilities lending her information of just who might be in the field at the top of the mountain they climbed.

Amusement simmered through the mare as she watched the colt approach the stallion, as he greeted the little white dragon and then the silver grulla stallion beside her. The night was still, making it all the more eerie with the scarlet hue cast over the lands. The mare turned her golden eyes to the moon, as she so often had done in her life. She had seen a harvest moon before, she remembered from her time in her birthlands, a mountain where the view was such that it only showed the moon under a red blanket. Red Moon Mountain, she recalled, also idly thinking that tonight, these Heavenly Fields had become that very mountain.

The little shadow held her step a moment longer, for she was curious to see the reaction Lace would give to the colt before she made her appearance known. Akaith concurred, and kept her flight muffled, her metallic form within the trees, though there was always the chance that Fajira would know of her presence in that peculiar way that most dragons seemed to know where the other was.

Soon enough, however, anticipation brought hooves into motion and her shimmering cloak dripped away from her, the shadows seemingly still clinging to her dark bodice, as she made her way across the field. Akaith entered with far more celebratory actions, singing a colourful chorus for the little white she was sure was a great friend, even despite the colour that usually labelled the white as a runt. The bond Fajira shared with Lace had allowed the little white to fulfil her potential as a dragon where wild life may not have, Akaith saw this for what it was and appreciated her friend's existence all the more - and Mirage in turn appreciated Lace all the more, on Akaith's behalf.

The dark mare reached out to the pale colt with her velvet maw, her lips folding around his stringy mane and gently giving him a firm tug. It was playful, but also gently chiding him. "Your mother would worry, Ahriman, if she knew just how far your feet could carry you now." Amusement lingered behind her tones, the colt was growing fast, relying less and less on the milk his mother's teats gave him, growing strong enough too swiftly to discover the world for his own.

"Lace, by the light of the harvest moon, it is good to see you." Her golden gaze was tinted that same curious rose gold as Akaith's own hide, the same hue that Lace's deep, piercing gaze was stained. A smile glowed behind those eyes. Mirage was glad to see him again.