Alysanne wasn’t sure what to expect from the stranger but found herself to be a little surprised by the laugh and the smiles that followed it soon after. Certainly a welcome surprise, however - she knew how to interact with those that smiled. It made it easy for her to pretend that she found smiles easy lately, that she was still the mare that wanted to spend every moment of her day talking and laughing with new friends. So the boyish smile and wink from the dark stallion inspired a smile in Alysanne too, his demeanour seemed so opposite of what she had come to expect from Mauja. Were they friends? Or had they just met? “Is that so?” Her attention shifted to Mauja then, encouraging him to join the conversation. “Perhaps we can find a way to cheer you up?” The words were spoken lightly but with genuine concern in there. She told (or warned) him that she cared about everyone, didn't she?

Only they were moving on soon from it and her attention inevitably was pulled back toward the new face as he introduced himself and his companions.

The compliment from Sacre - or from his foxes - was accepted with a quick, light laugh from the mare. It felt had been a while since anyone, fox or not, had called her such and she appreciated it. In good spirits, she lowered her head down to the level of the small companions to greet them, her wings shuffling slightly with the movement. “Well thank you very much, I think you’re pretty too.” She whispered like a conspirator to the foxes, but her green eyes were bright with a smile when she looked up to Sacre before raising her head. “You’re most welcome here, Sacre. Welcome to the Edge. Do you…” But her train of thought was halted by the odd look that she received from Mauja before he started to just walk away. Bewildered, Aly searched her mind for what her offense had been - her jest? Her mere presence? She had spent so long riddled with distaste for him based on a few small facts that she hadn’t considered that maybe the Frozen Light didn’t care for her continuous pestering of him lately.

Well continuous being one or two run-ins with one actual conversation. But perhaps that had been too much. She was quick to shoulder the blame for causing him to depart - that he did so just after she arrived left no room for her to interpret it otherwise.

And she hated that she could have that effect on someone. Hated the idea that his distress could rise from her.

She trotted a few paces after him but stopped, looking back to Sacre and seeing what the younger stallion thought for she felt at a loss, almost hollow in the absence of the smiles just a few moments ago. Should they follow him? Or leave him alone? Either way, the one thing that Alysanne could not do was stay quiet. So those now-sad green eyes turned back to Mauja and she called after him, her voice genuine and thick with sorrow. “Mauja, please don’t leave. I’m sorry.”

Alysanne