The chill of Frostfall attempted to enter the very bones of the smallish raven mare that wandered towards the Threshold. She was lucky, for the magic that darkened her soul enabled her to create flames from within a powerful draconic fire-belly. Even now, in her equine bodice, she found warmth with relative ease, what with the magical, soul-binding bond she held with the majestic golden queen, Akaith. The World's Edge was relatively north in the world of Helovia, and though it held thousands of trees, they stood tall and strong - but naked of their leaves, and there was great patches where the lands still healed from the tantrums of the Sun God. The Sun God, who was apparently absent now, in the depths of winter.

As harsh and drought-ridden as TallSun was, it seems FrostFall will be as deep, and dark. The thoughts were shared in that magical bond that combined the souls of the equine and dragon, and the mare knew she was lucky to be able to find warmth in her land, that really should be feeling the same freezing conditions as the rest of the world. But a dragon's flame, when directed with care, could melt away the snows, provide fresh water, and find what was left of the autumn growth of grasses. The mare was not in the same condition she would be in the midst of Spring, but she was fairing better than she would have been had the walk of an Outcast still be calling her. Having a permanent land to all her own was something she had missed without even realising it, the World's Edge was the Goddess of the Moon's patron land, a land as close to her birthland as she had ever found.

And she had the Qian to keep her company, to help her build the land into a stronghold of peace and equality. A soft snort erupted through her nostrils, as snow swirled around her form. The pale, powdery substance stirred up as she walked. No cloak of shimmering, illusionary magic slung around her shoulders, today she walked, slowly healing, mending from the battle she herself had waged. Scars of deep lacerations were scabbing up along her hide, but she was otherwise clean, the bruises upon her ribs were nothing more than aches if she stood still for too long. Of course, the emotional wear and tear upon her soul had barely begun to heal.. The guilt she carried troubled her still, but she was always good at ignoring such things as emotions. She walked the Threshold now, with purpose, determination - but showing nothing more than passive indifference.

The mare knew of hiding one's inner most demons; it was what her family did, how they survived. Her very foundations were built upon hiding herself, and instead learning as much about others as possible - knowledge was her drug, her power, it was knowledge about the world that Mirage sought as she wandered the Threshold this day. Elegant strides brought her to a clearing, the golden queen that fluttered in the skies above her darted out to fly a large circle amidst the naked, barren canopy. The little charcoal mare paused in her step, alert, listening, smelling, dissecting the air for what may lay ahead. It took a moment for her to recognise the outline of a stallion against the far side of the relatively small clearing, and another moment after that to decide that he wasn't about to charge blindly at her in a raging attack -or was he? With Akaith above her, the mare walked onwards, even allowing a throaty wuffle to escape her, announcing her presence had he not grasped it sooner. She may have the ability to turn near-invisible, but even when she chose not to use it, her motions were often subtle enough to go unnoticed.

"What brings such a formidable steed to Helovia this wintry day?" Her tones were light, curious and encouraged by the playful, devious glint that shimmered behind her golden eyes. The mare did not approach any further than several lengths away - close enough to make it obvious that she was addressing him, but far enough away that she could flee swiftly if the need arose. Not all were as welcoming as she was of the great array of species that called Helovia home.