The bulky yearling doesn't take long to arrive. She has, after all, lived the vast majority of her life in the Edge and knows her way around it well. Despite her usual give-zero-fucks nature, she can't help but scan the sky for marauding griffins, because the livid scars on her back from the male one's talons are not so easily forgotten. Ker rides on her back, delicately avoiding the red cuts that still glow hideously against the gargoyle's grey flesh. The eagle plays idly with the filly's mane, plaiting and twisting it in her beak. The gesture is surprisingly comforting, and Oizys finds herself in rather good spirits despite recent events. Recent events being a griffin attack and being studiously ignored by the Gods, something she is silently furious about but knows she is powerless to prevent.

She stalks in, her hybrid tail coiled around her powerful hocks as she draws to an awkward halt. Ker ruffles her wings and peeps over her bonded's shoulder, watching the meeting as it begins to progress. Ranks are announced and the demoness listens with half an ear, not really giving much of a toss about who is bossing who around. It does concern her, though, that nothing gets said to the foals. What are they to the herd? Pointless baggage? Oizys is sure she will become great in time, but she thinks how useful it can be to learn fighting methods and other things now, whilst she's still young and malleable. "I know you lot probably aren't going to listen to a kid, but I've got an idea you may be interested in." Her voice is surprisingly strong for one so young, even stronger than last time she stood here and spoke her mind. She mostly addresses Tembovu and Alysanne, but casts her stone gaze around the others too. "The Edge has a lot of foals, but let's be honest, we don't do a great deal. Why don't you organise lessons for us with the different ranks, so we can learn about all the things we can specialise in when we're older? It'll save us sitting around bored out of our minds, and the herd will gain a whole generation of ready-made warriors, healers, spies and all-round badasses when we come of age. My healing lessons might have bored me half to death but fighting and stealing lessons would be very well received."

The gargoyle glances around to gauge a reaction. "I can't speak for any other youngsters, but I know I would sure as hell like to learn the basics of fighting ready for when I'm old enough to kick ass. If those griffins attack again, they won't know what's hit them." She is sure her father would approve of this - using the Edge's resources to educate herself, form her into a fully-fledged war machine.