Iona was already tired of Frostfall.  The ocean below was angry and the winds she fought against were just as angry.  And they were cold.  The kind of cold that seeps straight to your bones.  It restricted how high the pegasus could fly because she was afraid of just how low the temperature would fall in the higher altitudes.  The idea of limiting patrols made her uncomfortable, and the idea of being stuck on the ground was enough to make her skin crawl.  She snorted at the very thought, and shifted course back towards the cliffs. 
 
She couldn’t hear Tembovu’s call over the whipping winter wind, but seeing his ass appear on the horizon was enough to provide a heads-up her that something was going on. That ass was hard to miss.  She hastened her pace towards the cliffs, using the wind at her back to aid her progress, before slowing and landing just over the edge not to far from the quickly growing gathering.  Ah, nothing like a herd meeting to warm the spirits. She wondered what would be topic of choice today, but didn’t have any creative theories so ceased that train of thought.
 
“It’s cold as shit out there,” she muttered, out loud, to no one in particular.  She shook the water and ice from her wings as gracefully as could be managed before stepping around the monarchs who stood at the edge of the cliff facing inward.  Pity, they were missing the view.   But she supposed they weren’t posed as they were for an afternoon of gazing over the magnificent vista.  That and they probably were subject to enough ass-kissing as it was.  The last thing they needed to do was physically present their royal behinds to their humble subjects.  No.  This was all business.  
 
“Hello, by the way. Should have lead with that. Oh well,” she said with a small smile and a shrug thrown casually Tembovu’s way as she tucked her great black wings against her nearly-frozen sides. She offered a nod to Elsa and took her place off to the side, standing nearly parallel to the cliff edge though angled enough she could see both rulers clearly.  Aly hadn’t arrived yet, but Iona kept an eye out for her sister.  They’d been doing a piss poor job of keeping up now that they, you know, lived in the same place.  Not to say that Iona hadn’t been creepily keeping tabs from above because she had.  But she wasn’t her sister’s keeper and seeing how her twin had flourished in this crazy place was proof of that.
 
Content, for the time being, Iona casually rested a hind leg – her relaxed demeanor a sharp contrast to the formalities – and waited for the others and arrive and the meeting to start.  

The truth will set you free.
But first, it will piss you off.