Fitting in.  Behaving.  Isn’t that what she’s been doing?  Minding her business.  Doing her duty.  She’d been trying to accomplish all the tasks expected of her, but deep down she was worried. She worried about Alysanne.  Something seemed…off. She knew she needed to find the time to talk to Aly, but she others on her list of individuals to track down.  She was just torn about which conversation to have first.  Iona circled the Edge from above, her thoughts plaguing her with every wingbeat.  She needed to do something different or her own thoughts were going to drive her insane.  As she flew a circuit past the crumbling glass wall, she caught sight of two that she knew weren’t residents and nor were they accompanied by one.  Newcomers? Visitors? She wasn’t sure and she decided that investigating sounded like a much better idea that the relentless torture from her own mind. 

Iona was accustomed to those who looked, well, different (to put it nicely).  The equines that inhabited nocturne made just about everything in Helovia look perfectly natural.  However, these two seemed to be an exception to the rule.  Well, the mare looked normal enough, save for her unusual choice in facial accessories. The stallion, however, he stood out in these lands.  She flew a tight circle before angling steeply towards the ground, carefully avoiding the glass, and found herself earthbound once again.  She made her way over to the strangers and called out a greeting to the two. 

Iona had to physically bite her tongue to keep from making a joke about the fact that the stallion was literally blue.  She knew first impressions were important and insulting the much larger stallion wasn’t a particularly bright idea, especially when he was large enough to pummel her if she slipped up an asked him if everything was alright because he ‘seemed blue.’  Choosing her words carefully was never a gift of hers, but it was something she knew was important to practice.  With all terrible puns carefully locked inside her head, the painted pegasus approached the strange pair.

”I’m Iona.  Welcome to the World’s Edge.”  Success.  A fair enough greeting and her tone was casual.  Formalities were not in Iona’s repertoire.  The two were apparently close, and Iona didn’t press too near to the pair to make them uncomfortable. “What brings you to our borders?”