The howl woke the dragon and the dragon woke the mare. A sharp 'Krreee!' trilling from the while jaws of the young (still weasel sized) Sorcha as she bounced excitedly around her mistress' face and starting a little chant of 'Kiickii kiickii' Between the familiar sound and emotions that greeted her upon waking, Aisling knew instantly that the little dragon had friends on her mind. Almost immediately a crash like thunder rang through the Basin and the little enchantress was up to her feet and letting the dragon climb aboard her shoulder to ride as her wings were still rather unpracticed.  Aisling made no delay in answering to Hotaru's booming summons, knowing enough of her Lady's power to recognize its signature upon the crackling air of Frostfall.

Despite her short stature the heavy snows did not daunt her; she was nimble and only acted dainty and moved through the heavy drifts with fortitude of not perfect ease. With an eagerness to see everything even if they'd come the way already, Sorcha perched herself between the little mare's ears. A vivid green against the white of Aisling and the world around them, the flamboyantly colored feathers gave the definite impression that the thief was wearing a headdress but at least it was a pretty one. The braids in her mane had been taken over by the dragon as well, and they seemed to grow more intricate by the day, 

Aisling soon came to the place her queen had summoned them all to and the dragon was quick to descend. She plunged into a snowbank, digging like a little terror until she reached the ground beneath and emerged with the most wonderful thing (in her estimation): an acorn. Reverently, the little dragon laid it at Hotaru's feet in offering and then scampered off to find gifts for all her other new friends. There was a shiny black stone the size of her mistress's hoof for Deimos first and that took some effort for Sorcha to move, but when that was placed before the Lord's feet she moved on to others who had come. 

Keeping a cursory eye on her dragon's gift-giving, Aisling took her place at Hotaru's right hand. She left enough space so the Lady was still the center of attention, but her position made her support of Hotaru quite evident. If the white Thief had not held a shimmering loyalty to the rosey Lady before, their time on the Steppe had sealed Aisling to her service and to the service of the Basin. She watched with a flair of pride at the passionate fervor with which the Valkyrie commanded the meeting. She had seen Hotaru in a pitiful state but lost no respect for her, indeed it only grew to see just how resilient and strong her Queen could be. Somehow, Hotaru's strength made even the little thief feel bolder, stronger as well. She was Aisling the Enchantress, Thief of the Basin and The Valkyrie's right hand, blessed by Sun and Moon, Spinner of Songs. There was no reason she shouldn't be proud.

The fae gave a firm nod of affirmation at Hotaru's mention of Kisamoa. She'd watched the water-creature carefully, and kept her ears open for another appearance. She had a mind to go to the Veins and seek the council of the Gods and Goddess if she could not learn more of him. She could not shake from her mind his similarities to the secretive kelpies of her homeland and that did not sit lightly upon her conscience. Another affermative nod, and a smile this time, was given at the Queen's request. "Aye, I will be glad to accompany you."

When Deimos had had his say, Aisling interjected "Johnny has woken from his sleep and is recovering quickly, I am sure he would resume his role as Weaver once he is fit to it, but that will be left to your discretion, my lord." She turned her focus to the gathered herd "As for another Thief, I would be grateful for the assistance and more than one pair of eyes to aid us would be welcome if there a more here who find themselves drawn to the task--Or, who would take up the task for the good of the herd. If there are acquisitions needed, please come to me, but it is information on the happenings in Helovia we will need as we build ourselves up."