Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

Strange, how she shifted the instant he made himself known as an intruder upon their conversation - was she simply being courteous and wanted to include him, or did she want to be able to see him? A flippant thought ran unchecked through his head, Of course she would, I don't look bad, now, do I?, but it never showed upon his curious blue eyes or left his mouth. Mauja wasn't really the type to be vain. Nor was he the type who could read minds, so he guessed he'd never figure out why she'd shifted upon his arrival. It didn't really matter, either, for if a Foothills mare would, unprovoked, attack the Edge King... Well, he guessed Gossamer would be less than pleased. Not that he was going to give her a reason to attack anyway. He was, after all, not a maniac.

They were both equally pleasant of manners, but that Aurelius responded to Solstice first did not escape him. There were, to Mauja, three reasons; being a gentleman, the fact that Solstice was there first, or, Goddess forbid, to slight poor Mauja. He didn't care to ask which, but returned the short stallion's gaze with a steadfast one of his own. The newcomer might be a pony, but the horns upon his head made him desirable to the Edge herd, and who knew what tricks a sturdy pony might pull on a larger opponent in battle? If he was the fighter type at all... Maybe he was one of those prancing daisy-pickers of the Foothills? "Pleasure's mine," he echoed, looking briefly at both of them to let them know he meant both, and not just one. And then, the usual talk of herds and Helovia began. A brief annoyance sparked in his chest when this hornless mare presumed to speak of his own home, but he quenched it and forced the pleasant expression to remain on his face.

Then Aurelius asked about the lady's homeland, and Mauja sighed inwardly, but just a few seconds later he asked about World's Edge - or, as he put it, World's End. The FrostHeart gave him a quick smile, but allowed the mare to tell of her own home first. As she spoke, Mauja leaned against the nearby tree, pressing his shoulder against it. It wasn't a bored expression or stance, but simply a relaxing one, for at least one ear was always alert and in the direction of the speaker. Once she was done, he nodded a little to himself before speaking of his own home. "It's true that the Edge accepts unicorns only," he began, thinking about the Order of the Sun and his temporary measure - now removed, that the Order had fallen, but the Sun was still burning their land... "Though, we are on peaceful terms with the other herds." So don't believe we sit at the Edge and drink tea and refuse to acknowledge others. Wish I could, though. "The Edge is located to the west, on high ground. There's a thick forest and good grazing, but don't walk off the Edge and fall into the ocean. It's quite the long drop." Mauja winked. Unicorns fell if they walked off the Edge. Damn Pegasus didn't.