He understands.

Mirage nodded as Akaith confirmed that the young, exuberant silver had received the message, even amidst the excitement and confusion of Ophelia's thoughts and the arrival of her beloved daughters. As Ophelia speaks, Mirage feels another wave approaching, an outburst that made her break out in a sweat. The daughters by her sides seemed to sink in closer to her, like felines curling around their master's legs, ears plastered against their skulls from the vision that consumed them. Heat, fire, and glorious, burning light. The Sun God. Mirage knew this, for she had seen him before, burning her siblings and her mate, burning the very lands she stood upon now… Mirage did not hate him, but she certainly did not love him, and she did not appreciate his temper, and his past actions. He had granted her mate with his birthright of breathing fire, and she supposed he had taken some small part of granting her the same ability when her body held upon a dragon form. Even the illusionary magic that she could cloak herself with worked with his influence. So, she did not hate him, but she was confused at the feeling of dejection so clearly emanating from the pale mare before her - had Ophelia looked to him, just as she herself looks to the Moon Goddess?

Mirage was a firm believer in each to their own, but she did wonder at how such a ferocious lord had gained followers, when even in this vision, he turned them away with a brutal, unkind hand. It was not her memory to judge, however, and so she too, regathered her emotions, her façade, brushed her maw atop the polls of her daughters and met Ophelia in the eye with an understanding, kind gaze once more. Akaith was busily informing Tinek of the dragonsisters heritage, chortling as proudly as if they were her own hatchlings - and they may as well have been, with the amount of dragon stories she weaved for them.

"Their father is Vikram Dragonsson." Mirage said quietly in response, a fondness entering her gaze as she spoke of their father. To Aaron's comment she allowed a sparkle of amusement to glitter behind her golden gaze as she peered at him in silence, before turning to farewell Ophelia. "Travel safely, Ophelia ThoughtSpeaker. May leadership be kind to you." With a deep nod, the mare curved her bodice away from the gathering as those from the Foothills left, touching the two steeds who stood by her with a brief but meaningful contact of gratitude, before ushering her foals back to the shadows and mists they so easily blended in with.

[ Sorry for the wait, and the rustiness of this post. I take a couple of weeks off and I forget how to write, apparently -.- ]