Another entered. Mirage's entire façade shifted, her expression became bland, blank, devoid of emotion or play, the amusement behind her eyes dulled, they merely looked upon this charmingly handsome steed with their liquid brilliance, conveying nothing more but polite observation of his existence. Words dripped from his mouth, cordial and polite, with an air of assumed authority over not only herself but seemingly the entire realm of Helovia. He introduced himself a Prince, and his brother, Lelial too -here the charred mare tilted her chiselled façade towards the retreating creature, curiosity leaking through her impassive mask to try and anchor him here. He was a puzzle she longed to decrypt, if only he would play along with her games. Alas, she would have to try a different tact.

Onni's arrival was fortunate for the mare, a small smile graces her lips and she does not mind that her identity is given away by the chocolate paint. Regally she nodded her tiara to the maiden, a soft whicker springing forth from her chest in greeting, Akaith's own chitters mingling with the chorus. Questions were asked then, directly to Mirage, and for a mere moment a gleam of pure mischief might have sparkled behind her eyes, however it was soon washed away by the restoration of a much more businesslike front. "Queen Akaith." The name of her dragon was given with the title more as a tease than anything else, though she spoke it with sincerity - and it wasn't completely false. By birthright, Akaith was a queen of her species, only other queens of greater size, age and wisdom sought and succeeded in dominating her bold nature.

The dragon herself arched her nape, allowing a thin line of smoke to trail from her nostrils, her eyes whirling a deep, dark maroon hue as she peered at the one who called him Shamsiel. Abruptly, however, she leapt from her bonded's back, and chose to watch the proceedings from a more secure standpoint in the trees. Under cover of darkness, Mirage curved her own serpentine like crest, and smiled a sultry, suggestive smile at the pale prince, before her magic then dropped over her form like a cloak, and it was as if nothing stood there. But the mare moved swiftly and lightly, her voice hushed and meant only for Lelial's ears as she held her muzzle merely breaths away from his sensitive ears. Accented tones spoke honestly, now, all games dropped.

"I must ask your forgiveness steed, I meant only to offer help. To the South lies the Deep Forest, a realm that provides ample cover from unwanted eyes and pleasant company to those who seek the gold." Always cryptic, it was something she could not help but say with a hidden grin. She referred to her Akaith, of course, who trilled colourfully above them as she uttered the final word of her spell. Though she held her cloak over her, she gave a smooth, graceful touch of her muzzle to the shoulder of Onni, before departing the company of the trio properly. The dragon let loose another melodic harmony to the canopy, before her darkened form alighted to the air, glittering like some strange, golden moonstone as her scales caught and reflected the moonlight of Mirage's beloved sovereign Goddess.