Caenan disappeared again; Naerys followed.

Whether Naerys followed with the intention of finding her lost love or because she simply couldn't take that heartbreak again, she isn't likely to ever say. But just like the tide, her return in inevitable: predictable, even. Through thick and thin, the Edge has been her steadfast home. If one could give their heart to the land, there is little doubt that the World's Edge has hers - as cracked and broken as it is. The girl made it to the main herd meeting at the very last available moment, sliding in not long before the meeting adjourned. What she quickly discovered, however, was just how far out of the loop she'd become.

In her absence she missed a lot and now she has the difficult task of catching up.

Before Naerys could do much in the way of searching and listening, her aunt's call pierced the misty air of the Edge like a blade. The girl does not hesitate to heed the summons. She turns rather abruptly and heads directly towards the cliffs. She rather quickly finds Iona and Raeden, her teal eyes falling on the contrasting figures standing not far from one of her favorite places in their home. Petyr settles himself easily upon her shoulders, preening the feathers he could reach and occasionally playing with the ends of her long, pale mane. Frankly, he couldn't care less what the meeting is about so he simply tunes it out. Naerys, on the other hand, lightly dips her head to Iona and Raeden in a friendly sort of greeting. She is otherwise silent as she shifts to stand before Iona. So far the gathering of spies is rather small, the turnout is nothing short of unimpressive. Not that Iona allows the small numbers to hold her back. At least, not yet.

Once Iona begins to speak, the auburn and white pegasus listens intently; gathering as much intel from her aunt as she can. There's talk of fighting in the ranks, of patrols and gathering information, of making contacts and building bridges. All of it was pretty standard stuff - except for Kaos. Naerys had been present for the initial introduction of some strange creature but she hadn't paid much attention to it after that. Instead, she'd drifted - just another shadow on the wall. By the time Iona finished, Naerys knew she had a lot to do. Questions could come later, they'd have to. For now the girl makes mental notes of any questions she might have and simply locks them away for the moment. Naerys is quiet as Raeden speaks, but her heart oddly sinks at the mention of the Falls. The Falls herd is no more? "What happened to the residents?" it takes her a moment to realize she'd asked that out loud and frankly, she couldn't even begin to fathom why she cares (she still hates him, right?) Whether he is gone forever now or not does little to change the fact that he left her and didn't look back. He's more of a sperm donor than a father anyway. So good riddance, right?

'Wrong.' comes Petyr's smooth, oddly pleasing voice. But the vivid bird does not expand on it, he simply returns to playing with and braiding her mane. Naerys refocuses her attention on Iona. "I'm interested in joining in on the patrols, as well. I'm here now and ready to learn." The girl speaks with a subtle confidence before falling silent once again. She's been hiding for far too long now. Time to put on her big girl panties and grow up. Perhaps she can still make a name for herself. Perhaps she can make Iona and Alysanne proud.

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