Had the obsidian one been an outsider in this situation she would have found the whole thing amusing, and she even would have been doing similar to her sister, and arrived only to stir the tension further, see how far she could push the participants. As it was, those involved were three individuals whom she cared about deeply, her dearest and nearest sister, and comrades who were closer to her heart than she ever normally allowed any outside her relatives to come. Not only that, but she was directly involved in the cause of the tension, in fact if her dragon hadn’t settled down she thought that said tension would have continued rising to a dangerous point.

Well, more dangerously high than it already was, anyway.

Words were thrown back and forth between her friends and her sister, and the little shadow tried not to get too swept away with the argument, in fact inwardly she did find it amusing, for she knew, or at least hoped she knew, that no physical harm would befall any of her closest this evening. No, it was a war of lyrics tonight, the wounds upon one’s pride and stature the only things that might need healing afterwards. But her own attempts at settling the tensions had evidently worked, at least in part, she could see those around her breathe easier as they considered her joke about being harmless.

It was a joke just as much as it was a dire warning.

Vikram’s words brought a devious smile to curl her lips, he mentioned their first encounter together, where his tongue ran away from him, and Akaith took offence at the suggestion of her being diminutive in size. The scent of singed forelock was one Mirage would not soon forget, the stallion himself even less likely to ever wander from far from her thoughts. Torasin responded to her sister, still hung up on being called charming, and yet it was such a fitting descriptor for him Mirage wondered why he clung to it so dearly.

Learning truths about oneself, even positive truths, wasn’t easy.

It was then RIshima orchestrated her delightfully accented tones to speak of the relationship that bound the sisters to one another, the little shadow could see with ease the shield the other wore, a shield that Mirage herself often held up, though it had slipped this day in the heat of the moment. A brow was raised in wonder at the phenomenon of her sister actually attempting to apologise for her behaviour – certainly something that had never occurred before now – and her delectable lyrics wove the tale of Mirage’s upbringing and the protective cloak that surrounded them always, the cloak that was their family.

The charred mare appreciated her sister then, possibly more than she ever had in her life previously.

For Rishima had attempted to do something selfless, she had endeavoured to create a bridge of understanding between herself and these strangers, in actual fact, they were complete strangers to her. Only by Mirage’s judgement did she feel it necessary to even try forging a path of understanding. The obsidian one leaned into her sister, muzzle running up her nape, an action meant to show her appreciation to her sister, but also confirm to the stallions that everything she had said was true.

“Come!” Exclamation was made, the mare held a mischievous grin to her mouth.

After leaning into her moonlit sister, the femme lipped and tugged at her mane, before lifting her tail and flagging remnants of the intoxicating scent, and trotting a full circle about the stallions, her laughter singing in the air like a gentle songbird decorating a morning’s salutation to the sun’s rising. Only it was the moon rising now, for it was evening, and there was much dancing to be done. Prancing this way and that, she longed to run with her friends, the two stallions and her sister, inviting them to forgive whatever tensions had stirred earlier, to settle their differences another time, and simply enjoy the company of each other.

There was only one way to live life, and that was with good company.

Good company she had, now it was time to live.

[ Kinda aiming to wrap things up – unless something critical happens in response, this is Mirage’s last reply for this thread :-) ]