"Brooke." She said as she stepped from the cover of the trees, a figure of calm assurance and authority, marked in chromatic shades from black to white. "You haven't changed a bit, I see." Her expression was amused as she regarded the painted mare, remembering her as Aera's loyal 'little' shadow back in the Oasis. Racist, proud, that was Brooke. She wondered what the larger mare would think of the Healer-turned-Leader who had changed paths from political to military.
A smile and a respectful nod was the greeting she gave Mirage and Akaith, allowing her dragon to be the more vocal greeter. Watching as he chirruped excitedly to the much larger queen and hovered in the air beside her with ease. She shook her head with a gentle chuckle, then looked to the roan mare who they had gathered to meet.
"Another stray from Isilme, hmm? It is good you've wandered here than there, for life is no longer welcome in that place." There was a shadow in her eyes for a moment, quickly shunted away. "I am Smoke the Wild Rose, a leader of one of the herdlands here. The excitable one over there is Zaffre."