With gentle caresses and supportive gestures the mares made it to the creek, and Mirage wandered in without hesitating, knowing too well that the sandy bottom was kind footing to stand upon, even to roll upon. She listened as Kiara found her voice grow more steady, storing the information she gave with a silent, accepting nod. "The foal will be born and raised into the Qian, to be loved and accepted, just as you are, Kiara. It will not be judged for the crimes of its worthless sire." The tones that spoke the words were strong, determined, and clear. The mare had acknowledged the title of the quiet, new mare with a glance, unable to spare much more than a moment of her attention right now. She was idly curious as to why Aylin would not keep them all company - tragedies were indeed tragic, but they were a chance to show support for one through actions rather than just words, a chance for bonding to occur, for friendships and relationships of familial proportions to become more real and less, spoken.

Akaith flew overhead, scouting back to ensure the other two belles were following, encouraging them with comforting warbles to all take stock and refresh themselves in the creekbed. She demonstrated as much, as she dived into the shallow stream in a flurry of droplets and splashes, her scales glowing brightly beneath the moonlight as they carried the wetness with them after her departure from the water. Mirage flicked her tiara towards the dragon for an instant, allowing her antics to bring a small smile to her lips. Circumstances were serious, yes, but they would get better. Kiara had left her, yes, but she had returned, and her reasons for leaving had not been with criminal actions in mind, but a sense of soul searching - much like how Aylin had left and returned. Such things Mirage had done herself as a youth, though never did Mirage pledge herself to a 'leader', only those who shared her blood, or Akaith, had been worthy of knowing her whereabouts as she wandered across the planet. Kiara had left, and her departure had hurt, but the joy, albeit marred somewhat by the damage she now carried through the act of a heartless stud, outweighed the hurt - never would Mirage deny her, or any of those she knew were truly loyal, a position by her side, in her home.

"Come now, rinse your skin free of his essence. Akaith will rub you down with some soaproot, and we shall wander to the cliffside to greet the dawn, together." With a gentle nudge of her velvet maw, the mare meant to include all three young girls in her statement - Akaith was already gathering enough root to wash down all four mares.

[ Ya'll are welcome to mildly powerplay Akaith rubbing/washing you down, if you like ^^ Thought it could be like an equine version of manicure/pedicure feminine bonding xDDD ]