Rift seemed relieved to see the pair of herdmates arrived. Still, Laedere had only managed a nod and a welcome. Ah, so the one before them was Auriel and was apparently nice. She doubted that one could truly gauge niceness off of first meetings. But, still, she knew that they were welcoming strangers into their home in the Threshold daily off of first impressions so she would not judge too much. It was what the leaders wished… even if she couldn't understand how one was a mare and how other mares had the ability to hold such high positions within the ranks. Maybe the leader was of noble blood - the only one left in a long lineage and it was a necessity for that lineage to be continued. She would probably be swollen with child soon anyways, if that was the case. And, should she bear a son that son would rule in a few years time. That was the only logical explanation which Laedere could come to.

But, still. The point of this venture was not for her to ponder the intricacies of this system which she was being ruled under. The point was to find more information on the lands around them - to inform others if anything strange seemed to be happening to the lands. So, back to the task at hand. Her ears swiveled to focus on the mare's voice - a protector of the World's Edge. Her jaw wants to drop. More mares, in other lands, fighting because they could! What kind of world had she stepped into when she came here. Alas, the mare asks if they were from the Throat and said that Shida was her sister. Laedere's mind spins - meanwhile Ardere could care less and is trying to play with Rift and Badger's manes should they allow it. This mare was Shida's sister? Oh, she could only hope that she didn't act the same way that Shida did. So uncivilized what that mare. "Mineself hath been on but one patrol with this Shida ye speak of," Laedere offers, eyes flickering over toward Badger who had also been happy to see her. He inquires about a foal by the name of Erthe (oh how everyone knows so many more creatures than she… it would have been embarrassing for the mares to not know those whom were nearby in her lands; but here she still couldn't figure out how they wanted the damn customs to work).

Badger, thankfully, begins to pull them back to the task at hand - speaking of herbs that the herd might be able to use. Confused, she blinks and stares at him only to realize he is speaking of the plants that were strewn across the lands. Magic, of many sorts, had been used to heal ailments back home. It was magic only held by the top matron, the one who cared for no child, and was conferred with by the leaders of other ranks. She was said to have the most intelligence, but had no power to make final decisions. She only offered suggestions and healed any who she deemed needed to stay alive longer than nature would have allowed.

Carefully, she shuffled her limbs - eyes looking over the different plants before turning to Badger, "What would ye wish for mineself to gather?" she inquired - having no clue where to begin, or what even was going to serve some kind of medicinal purpose.

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OMG so sorry I keep taking so long!
;-;
Should speed up now D:
@Rift

they say the good die young
but they never really tell you that they never die alone