She followed with no complaint, listening to his incessantly cheerful (and somewhat one-sided) conversation with a placid interest that piqued little enthusiasm from her sharp boned face. The journey had certainly not been unpleasant as they left the strange weather behind them, stepping through sunshine and heady air - air that grew lighter and fresher as they drew closer to The Edge. Manon suspected this was due to the oceans nearness, and her step grew noticeably swifter as she followed Tilney toward the home he spoke so passionately about. She looked sharply at him as he spoke of enemies of the Edge, opal eyes seeking the words that he was not saying: who dealt justice at the Edge? Her answer was found as they stepped delicately toward and over fallen logs - a monarch system, the King and Queen. Manon paused as her companion did, her brain abuzz with thoughts of Gods and Goddesses, Kings and Queens.

-"also somewhat moody". Manon caught his smirk and, finally, her mouth responded with one of her own. She'd thought he couldn't speak ill of anybody, with his pleasant and jubilant attitude... she was surprisingly glad she had been wrong on that account. Her mile-long legs followed Tilney over the log, all grace and no flaw as she walked. Her eyes caught the glint of glass upon the ground and as Tilney moved ahead she paused to examine a piece, a whole wall of glass: turned to this? A tale she would need to hear, if she were truly to entrust herself to this new herd, new hierarchy. Manon dropped her velvet lips to the glass, not quite touching, but close enough to see her breath fogging the smooth surface. It was beautiful - and fitting for her aesthetically driven mind. Looking up, she saw Tilney break into a swift canter and gods was he agile! She glanced to Peatree before kicking up her own heels and following, finding herself enjoying the duck-and-weave between the trees though perhaps not pleased at finding Tilney was better at it than she was.

She slowed before the Edge, seeing Tilney as a silhouette against the burning sky as she tasted the salt in the air - close to the ocean, close to the edge. She danced forward, a real smile upon her lips, eyes alight with untamed pleasure at the sight she saw. The ocean - her ocean, crafted from salt and seaweed and never-ending water. And the seaspray! She could taste it, could feel the boom of the waves hitting rock. Manon could hardly tear her eyes away from the view, standing tall, a svelte figure cast in the gold of the falling sun. Her chest filled with salty air, and as she breathed out she looked to Tilney. Her voice was low and melodic, controlled but brimming with pleasure:

"It's sublime Tilney, truly."

She paused, her silver lashes lowering in a slow blink before casting her gaze back to the ocean as if it might vanish if she took her eyes away for too long. "And are there many others here? The King and Queen? Who are they?" Another pause, "Who are you to this community?"