Seeing Cassiopeia fly off had attracted her attention to where she had come from. Onni's blue eyes looked around the forest, hearing voices not far from where she stood. Lyhty chirped in the early morning, and Onni quickly shushed him with a sharp blow of air from her nose and a look that oozed of stealth. The bird took wind of the mood, and silenced himself immediately, fluttering in to land between her brown wings, holding onto the mane at her withers.

The painted mare walked quietly toward the gathering, unsure what had repulsed Cassiopeia enough to leave. Onni did not know the blue roan mare well - only that she was in her herd and her mother seemed fond of her. Between the trees a clearing broke, and Onni could see the black form of a strange stallion. Her face breaks out in a smile as she recognizes Mirage of the Qian and her dragon. Still, pale blue eyes rest not on Mirage, but fall back to the unfamiliar body of the group.

He is beautiful, Onni decides with a quick glance.

Gentle lines hug his thin frame, and the darkness of his coat is highlighted with the most shining blue she has ever seen. Nevermind that he is currently not facing her, the tobiano moves in closer, trying to get a better look. On his back sprout not two, but four wings, and the mare is even more interested. She has never seen a pegasus with more than two wings before, and she somehow wonders what flight is like for this stallion. Was he faster, more stable? Did the other two limbs just get in the way?

The question that rises to her mind about this strange dark stallion more, though, has nothing to do with his wings. Why is he here? she thinks quietly to herself, as he is certainly not from Helovia.

Onni can't rest on her thoughts of the strange dark stallion, for soon another, with blistering white coloring, appears. He immediately begins speaking, his voice plush and soothing. The mare can immediately tell the two are related, probably brothers, just by the similarity in their bodies and the arrangement of their shining markings. Shamsiel, he introduces himself. Prince of Janat. Now, Onni has never heard of Janat, but she has a hard time belieing a prince would leave his kingdom. His confidence, though, would be one fitting royalty.

The tobiano smiles to herself as Shamsiel takes the opportunity to give a name to the black stallion, Leliel, in the midst of his witty banter.

Her attention now on the white knight of a stallion, Onni does not notice that Leliel is steadily retreating backwards, until, of course, his rump collides right into her chest where she had been standing not far behind him. She lets out a gust of wind in the sound of a thick, ooph, sliding back a few paces while Lyhty launches into the air, soaring around to screech at the stallion's face.

"Lyhty," she calls to him once she has her breath. "It is okay - he meant no harm." The painted mare is caught red hoofed, and so she makes her appearance out of the trees beside Leliel, who has failed to escape the clutches of Mirage and his brother, Shamsiel. "Forgive me for making such an entrance... and for eavesdropping. This isn't one of my finest moments," Onni says with a faint laugh, smiling sheepishly at the gathering.

"Welcome to Helovia, Leliel and Shamsiel of... Janat, right?" she asks timidly, offering a warm smile to hopefully increase their confidence in her, which her voice likely did not inspire. "And hello to you, Mirage. I am glad to see you well."

"My name is Onni."
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