Every passing second equalled a growth in respect for this fair maiden. Mirage saw her as an equal in wits and intelligence, and her ears played delightedly atop her tiara at the mention of the Moon Goddess; it was true, she had been touched by the celestial deity whom she follows, and that touch had resulted in the pleasant stirring of colours to etch the marking upon her otherwise starless night hide. Call it intuition, call it luck; but Mirage felt as if she had found another being more than worthy enough to call a friend, a sister, a comrade. Couth reacted welcomingly to the description of her band, and she was graceful under the watch of Akaith’s often sharp stares. Everything about her screamed the Qian, and her vocalised acceptance wrought a hushed, warm nicker to swell within the charred mare’s breast.

Extending her nose to the maiden, the charred velvet lips made to touch against the iridescent hide, as if intending to leave a smudge of darkness upon her. But no colour transfer was made, rather, a scent exchange, so that Mirage might always know the scent of her kin, and that any who came across Couth in the future would also know of her acquaintance with the Weyrleader. The mare would welcome any return action should Couth feel it necessary to drink her scent, it was a simple enough ritual, but one only done with those who had earned enough of the devious little shadow’s trust. Mirage dipped her cranium to the belle, before speaking warmly.

“Your friendship is appreciated, and welcomed, Couth. The Qian are glad to have you.” Eyeing the way the femme watched her dragon, and the subtle shifting of her own draconic wings, Mirage gave a knowing glance, and sent a silent message to her queenly companion. “Akaith would be glad to fly with you; I shall see you next within the Deep Forest, I expect.” The aureate creature arrived, chortling a merry trill, encouraging the winged maiden to join her in the skies above. The dragon would lead her to the realm Mirage spoke of, a realm where a meeting was long overdue to be held; it was time for the Qian to get to know their fellows, and discuss their future as a band who might be looking for a home. There were other issues to be raised too, like the oppressive heat of the Sun’s rage – all things to be aired when the time was right, however.

With a doting glance at her glittering companion, she ensured her newest member was safely airborne, before cloaking her hide in its blurry mask, and weaving herself through the many landscapes of Helovia.


[ I will be posting a Qian meeting shortly, which Couth should attend, but of course feel free to post elsewhere -Mirage will probably show up wherever she goes, she likes to stalk her friends xP ]