Indy spoke of her mother in a manner that spoke of his role of a leader, simply because he seemed to take his view of Kri as correct. However, Onni knew that distrust was not truly a quality that she held near her heart. Instead of arguing with the stallion for the sake of a pride not her own, the mare simply smiles, not acknowledging him as wrong or right. Distrustful? That was not a word she would use to describe Kri. Protective fit her much better.

The unicorn king to whom she had been speaking gave a weak response, not particularly moved by either speech given by his company. It was strange to see him so disconnected from the others. The tobiano did not know this King very well, could not make such assumptions of him, but she suspected that he held this cool demeanor toward everyone. It saddened her slightly, though she would not speak to him about it. To be so isolated from others, in any sense, would be lonely, and Onni knew how suffocating loneliness could be - even if he had not yet begun to feel the crunch.

Perhaps the foolish healer in her wanted to aid him, or maybe it was the kindness in her heart. Either way, she felt the need to understand this stallion, but that did not come without wary. His mystery was also dangerous.

The time her mind spends upon Mauja, turning like gears in a clock, is short, for in moments the appearance of the Gods begins. Onni is quite enraptured by the first figure to appear. A mare with beauty unbounded, standing in a regal manner that almost matched Mauja's and Gossamer's. The light blue eyes of the tobiano only widen, even as the leaders seem unplussed by the appearance of the deity.

Her awe is not left to unwind so quickly, for the next appearance is even more impressive. A gentle face worn by an immense body, with two twirling ram horns. The pale face only seems to gape more with awe, jaw even slackening slightly. They begin to speak, and Onni listens carefully, disheartened by their statement of inability. Still, they promised aid in the form of gifts, which Onni did not truly need, but her herd definitely might.

Before she can speak, Mauja's voice rings, unaltered by the presence of the Moon and Earth. He asks fair questions, and Onni smiles at him. "The oasis of the Dragon's Throat is parched, and the lake falls shallower everyday. Is there anyway you can restore our land's only source of relief?"
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