The filly had grown accustomed to the climate of the Edge over the last couple of seasons. The change in weather seemed to hardly bother her – but knowing that Kianzo was still fresh to this environment meant that her attention would linger further on her gilded brother, to be sure that he was acclimating well. It meant extra time spent with him, her watchful gaze longing and lovingly glued to her twin. And she followed him anywhere, especially around the Edge, willing to tell him tales of her encounters with such things as a strange rock and the lavender tent.

Finally, they settled as Kiada’s gaze lingered on Arah – someone whom she’d never met, but she could see the resemblance in her friend Maude that this woman had to be her mother. And oh, how the jealousy began to burn in the pit of her chest at the many things the woman had, the sort of power she reminisced over not that long ago, and how much she wished she could command the tide as well as it seemed the beautiful doe could. As she settled beside Kianzo, delicately leaning into his gilded and warm embrace, her inky head rested alongside his body – ivory rimmed ears perked and listening to both what Arah had to say and the gentle words of her brother as they washed over her mind. Of course she’d be willing to embrace the idea of adventuring elsewhere during this season, and with Zo by her side nothing would stop her.

Yet her eyes continued to linger on the crown, to linger on the words her brother questioned to her. Her head lifted slightly as she shook the white forelock out of her face. Her flames dancing with deer and butterflies – animals of sheer happiness and curiosities at the possibilities she might get when she’s older (when they’re older) and what this Turtle creature might offer. “I think I have the perfect head for a crown.” She turned to smile to him, but noticed his gaze had traveled to Maude as he nickered a low hello. Perhaps it was the idea that Kianzo’s gaze lingered on a girl other than her that caused the stir in her emotions. But she did her best to mask it even though her smile faltered slightly at the sight. “She’s learning to be a healer.” Kiada muttered after a few moments, eyes flickering to the reflected markings of her brother’s face to see if he was listening.

"Talk."

I tell you, such fine music waits,

in the shadows of hell—