The pounding of the waves came at even intervals.  Even though it was a violent business, the sound was profoundly soothing.  Iona frowned, though, that her favorite place was now tainted with such unhappy memories.  Her emerald gaze swept over the uneven ridges that marked cliff’s edge, stopping only at the broken remains of the tree that had saved Raeden.  She shook her head, disappointed that things in this place that had been nothing but good to her had come to this. 

But before she was utterly lost in her thoughts, the sound of movement behind her cause her ears to flick backwards and the painted mare to turn. She was pleased when her gaze met her sister’s matching emerald eyes, and she allowed a little breath of contentment to escape her lips. “Aly,” the dark mare breathed at her twin’s familiar touch, pleased at the sight of seeing her sister not only here but looking as well as she did.  Iona had never once doubted Alysanne’s capacity to lead.  She had known far before she came to Helovia just how much that this place meant to her sister, it was about damn time she was allowed the opportunity to show everyone else.  Since she had assumed leadership alongside Tembovu, her twin had worn the crown with grace as Iona knew she would. However that’s not to say that the Specter did not worry for her sister’s safety with the rise of this new menace in the marshes.  However that was not what clawed at her insides this day. 

But before Iona’s thoughts drift too far, Aly has noticed the cloak slung across her shoulder - the prize she was here to offer her leads. “Ah, yes. I thought it would be useful to someone.  A warrior, perhaps?” she offered. “It’s...useful,” she offered, ambiguiously, retrieving the cloak from her shoulder and holding it out towards Alysanne, motioning for her sister to take the item - to try it if she was curious.  Mischief flickered in the darker sister’s gaze as she wondered if Alysanne would test the mystery cloak. 

After a moment, Iona’s tone turned serious again and the mischief in her eyes was replaced by something far more sober.   “Maybe we could talk too? Unfortunately, I feel it’s something Tembovu should be here for too.”