Iona could feel the wariness in her bones.  Being unaccustomed to being earthbound for so long, such a trip took its toll on the mare.  However the burn in the lesser-used muscles was welcomed.  Though Iona was a warrior no more, she did her best to keep herself fighiting-fit.  Just in case. 
“It is quite something,” she offered, glancing back to the silver stallion and beckoning him forward with a wing.
 
She could only imagine how tired Lithium must be – having just arrived in Helovia and then treked clear across the place.  However,  Iona knew that they wouldn’t have to wait long for the Edge’s welcome wagon to arrive.  It seemed like activity around the Edge was always stirring, despite the hour.  It was refreshing to see, not just promising for the future of the Edge, but it was quite a change from the empty ruins and overgrown streets from which she had come.  Iona had come from a land that was dying – slowly being drained of the magic that served as its lifeblood.  The Edge was the exact contast – growing, stirring, and glimmering with promise of something more on the horizion.  Iona did miss her magic, though.  It was something Aly had warned her about – that was the price of a fresh start.  Her mastery over the wind was gone, her enhanced speed had returned to the bounds of normal, and her wounds no longer healed themselves almost instantly.  Again, a necessary adjustment.  And again, the reverie made her wonder what kind of place Lithium had come from.  Had he paid such a price to come here, or was this the land of opportunity that offered such wonders for the first time?
 
It was Tembovu’s arrival that truly brought her back to the present. “Iona, one of the spies,” the painted mare said, with a polite dip of her head to the horned stallion whom she had seen but never formally met.  “This is Lithium, who has decided to join us. He’s hoping to become a warrior.”  Look who has manners after all!  However, at Tembovu’s mention of the wounds on Lithium’s legs, undoubtedly from the glass, Iona was somewhat abashed.  “I could certainly find my sister or one of the other healers if you need those cleaned up,”  she offered, belatedly. Iona made a note that Tembovu was one of the Glaziers.  Maybe he could do something about that health hazard of a wall…
 
“That doesn’t seem like a bad idea, Tembovu.  The cliff is one of my favorite places,”  there is something akin to excitement in her voice.  That and mischief. “Always good to know where the edge of the world is so you don’t go tumbling off the side,” she adds, casual as ever, with a smirk.