Attempts on penetrating the Edge’s borders had been limited of late, however that hadn’t diminished Iona’s level of paranoia.  Especially after all of the Kaos nonsense.  And it seemed that the painted mare’s vigilance was rewarded on this day, when she spotted a familiar form slinking through the shadows and the fog. A familiar form headed towards one who had formerly been her Queen.  THEIF! She called, from the skies, driving off the intruder and raising a terrible clamor to those around - surely Elsa would be alerted to the girl’s presence now.   “LEAVE THIS PLACE,” She boomed, swooping low over the trees before spotting a break in the trees where she could land.  As soon as her feet found earth, Iona called for her leaders - for Tembovu and Alysanne.  They needed to be notified immediately, for she wanted to know what was to be done following this transgression. 

When they arrived, she got right down to business.  Now was not the time for decorum and politics. "Someone attempted to steal from the Edge," She said, simply, her emerald eyes flicking between the pair. The painted woman's unhappiness radiated from the deep green pools. “It was one of Nyx’s children. The older ones. The filly - d’Arcy.” Iona frowned, displeased at both what at happened and at having to deliver the news.  Iona knew the girl in question.  She remembered when the red filly had once attempted to spy on a meeting of her own rank not so long ago - how she’d been eager to learn.  Iona had even seen fit to give the girl a task.  She’d gone with Raeden to the north that season, she’d gone on patrols just as the rest of the rank had.  Yet this is how the girl repays her herd. Repays her.  The painted mare knew better than to take it personally, but still, it was unfortunate to see one so young preying upon what was once her homeland.  It allowed questions that Iona knew she had no hope of answering to bloom in the Specter’s mind.  She merely sighed in response, shaking away the foggy thoughts - the ‘what ifs’ and hypotheticals that threatened to cloud her judgment. 

It was out of her hands now, anyway. “She didn’t try to steal something so much as someone.”  Iona paused, knowing that this was perhaps the worst part of the news she had to deliver.  And by far the most important. “She was after Elsa.”