We're volcanoes in the night
Glowing in the dark like meteorites

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She hadn't found her journey through the unfamiliar land to be much of an inconvenience; she rather enjoyed the spare moments alone without the watchful eye of any upon her, save of course for Dagger. Alune needn't have worried about marching ahead on his return to his land, for she was quite apt at keeping up and observing from a distance. Had he disappeared from view at all she would have known how to follow him all the same.
Dagger had taken her time where Cloak didn't set a pace, just let her legs carry her at any speed they wished. There was no concern for her horned partner either, for she was better alone than even Cloak and didn't need anyone to care after her. So the blackened mare spared any glances behind her as she approached the glittering glass, feeling at ease in the darkest coverage and swirling mists that seemed to claim the land. First impressions told her that the Edge really was everything she had heard of in Vestiomel, the perfect watching-place for the Goddess that they served. And it was, in turn, the perfect place for her to be.

She tried to keep herself as out of sight as possible and let the dull wisps of fog that rolled through stick against her sides. But she knew no matter the effort on her part her white would give her away, bright against the bleakness of the background. Skull-face upon her crown motioned to view the one approaching, a rather large figure that, while perhaps intimidating to others, she cared little for. He crept out of the thick darkness swirling with the grey weight of the mist, his voice the first thing to reach her clearly. It was as haunting as the atmosphere around them, in its own way. It rumbled through her body and would have raised a brow if possible, the first sign of any emotion to cross her features. His honing in on her necklace above all else was quite curious. She let the question sit between them to prompt him to speak further, introducing himself--as king? Well, how peculiar the situation was indeed, as everything seemed to fall straight into her lap without so much as a lift of her finger. Perhaps it would be easier than she thought, getting what she wanted.
The moon-boy appeared to save her from speaking, answering the question for her and including the mention of Dagger. Vaguely, she wondered where the unicorn might be but focused once again on Alune's words. His claim of the two would have brought a sly smile slithering across her lips, if she had been roused enough to do so. None like them? How interesting, with the number of masses that surely lived in the great realm.

She couldn't figure their strange interest in her simple adornment; of course it had meaning, else she wouldn't have accepted the responsibility of wearing it. But she couldn't figure a way to explain it to them in a condensed manner they would understand--read: didn't put in the effort to do so--so gazed at them as she stood in between with her hooded expression and merely shook her head in one slow, soft motion. It held no significance to them.

Empty eyes rested steadily on the 'King,' flicking to and fro across him, perhaps sizing him up or simply drinking him in.

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