A flutter of activity, a loud, echoing call in her mind again, and suddenly, there was another soul present, a silver male. Swiftly did Akaith's attention snap to him, her singsong voice chortling a light tune in reply to his enthusiastic greetings. It was just as confronting all over again for the little equine mare to see the dragon so very obviously bonded with one who held a horn - but then, Mirage had surely seen stranger things in her time. The sacred bond of dragon to equine, however, was something that for so long she, and many others, had assumed was exclusive to those of equine or dragon blood - but then, she supposed it still was so. Ophelia obviously had equine blood, how else would it even be possible?

Thoughts were cast aside as the dragon lifted up off her back and took to the air, flying swiftly in the tracks of the silver, settling upon the branch he had perched himself with wings hanging slightly ajar from her shimmering bodice. The queenly dragon looked over him closely, reaching her muzzle out and testing the air both with her tongue and slitted nostrils to learn as much as she could about him. He smells not of fire. She quipped, but Mirage hardly had a chance to ponder upon Akaith's observations, for it seemed Ophelia was speaking again. The words the young leader spoke brought a shadowy quirk to Mirage's lips, her expression softened as reflections of the first time Akaith's voice had echoed in her mind were brought to the surface once more.

"So I heard.." With a bit of a quizzical look the mare uttered the words quietly, confirming that she already heard Tinek's mispronunciation as she threw a glance up to the trees above. Akaith was busy chittering away at him, the language of dragon to dragon always easier to breach than that of dragon to equine. "He is well grown, and will get better with his mind speech with time and practice." She added with a knowing curve of her lips, giving the advice freely, whispers of a passion for dragons echoing in the silence after her words. But then words were spoken again, only.. Ophelia's lips were not moving. The mare was taken so by surprise, that her guarded mask broke slightly, a single 'brow raising in interest and curiosity at this ability of Ophelia's to project her thoughts.

She guessed that the mare was not aware for the observation she made of Thor brought an amused glitter to Mirage's eye. The WeyrLeader swiftly turned her crown to meet his, reaching out with her muzzle in greeting, hoping to convey the silent, subtle message to him the situation. Then Ophelia truly began speaking, crafting her words with her lips rather than her thoughts, and she shed light on the information she held. Mirage valued knowledge, but the knowledge that the pale one spoke of was not new to her, and Mirage had another example of the Grey's 'prowess' at gaining information, with the capture of her brothers in order to keep them out of the way of the invasion - when they would not have fought anyway. If the Grey was truly so good at gathering information, surely they would have learned of the true loyalties of those they intended to fight before crippling all of them? She supposed the Grey were young still, led by mares who were children compared to her wizened years - the Qian had been playing this game much longer, with Mirage who had been playing it since birth. It was an amateur mistake, but one everyone was prone to.

The tension rose considerably as Aaron arrived, and the mare's thoughts once again spoke for her. Mirage shot the painted steed a sharp glance, intended to silence whatever retort would have jumped to his lips. She trusted Aaron, despite what others would call his habit of herd shuffling - she hoped her trust was not mislaid, that he would receive her silent warning and heed to it.

"Do not bother trusting Demetrie, she is dull and unimaginative when it comes to her lies, but that makes them all the more dangerous. She has already frolicked about our lands, under the guise of a simple foal, stirring trouble, and was swiftly escorted away. The self-proclaimed Leader Ignita was recently defeated by my brothers and is taking up residence in our wooded prison." Mirage proffered the information with an even, factual tone. Hatchlings approach, Akaith's warning was all she received before two shimmering forms crept out from the mists behind them, sidling up to their mother like a feline would rub against its beloved. Their wings were folded, clamped against their sides, the silver scaled one, Semira, standing to Mirage's left, while the gold plated one, Amaris, stood to her right.

Their arrival coincided with the arrival of another unicorn, a Foothills mare, whom Mirage regarded with a slight nod and a steady gaze as she tried to address Ophelia's loose thoughts. Amaris shuffled slightly beside her, glancing up eagerly to the dragons who roosted in the trees above. The companion dragons were of great interest to the hyrbids, naturally, the foals felt like they were just as entitled to fly up there and converse with them. A curious purr sounded from Amaris as she peered up at Akaith, with Semira echoing the sound from the other side, to which the little golden queen responded with a colourful, loving shrill from her point. It was as if she were filling Tinek in on the very short life story of the twins. It was at that moment that Mirage had her idea to subtly, kindly inform the Chieftess of her affliction.

Akaith, do your best to impress upon Tinek the condition his bondmate suffers from. The dragon responded with a coo, before she turned towards the young silver and attempted to reach out with her own telepathic mind. Speaking to a fellow dragon was normally simple, for their minds ran on similar wavelengths, their ability to interpret images and feelings usually ran parallel with each other. Akaith crafted the issue as best she could in her mind, and tried to communicate it to Tinek, and tried again if at first it did not succeed. Meanwhile, Mirage smiled, a genuine, soft curve of her lips which lighted up her entire façade into something joyful, something kind and warm and affection as her gaze drifted to the daughters who stood by her sides.

"Forgive me, I have not introduced my daughters. This is Amaris, and Semira." As their names were spoken, the youthful cherubs bowed there petite craniums so that their chins bumped against their narrow chests, their shining golden eyes peering up at the gathered as they remained silent, aside from the strange purr each of them emitted earlier.

[ Um. I am sorry. It just.. kept going. ]