Some part of her had always been aware of the little golden-scaled filly that had stood as silent as a shadow nearby, but that small part had been overwhelmed by the greater need to find her daughter and confirm her thoughts and suspicions. Not until the soft murmur came, stating the absence of the Gods, did dark eyes swing to fully acknowledge the Dragonheart's daughter. A flicker of a smile, gentle and warm, crossed her features before the Wild Rose reverted her attention to her own child.

It was reassuring for both Smoke and Israfel to find one another safe and well, but the question of the filly's sire still lingered between them. Patient, much calmed, the grulla mare listened to her daughter's words, speaking of a visit in her sleep and prophetic words spoken by the Sun. "I am glad that he came to you, Israfel. Even if he was in too much of a rush to wake you." She stepped closer to soothe her daughter as the impact of Amaris' words struck home to the Sun's daughter, but wasn't given the opportunity to speak of what she'd seen before others appeared.

Like moths they floated in, drawn by the firey light. Solstice's children, led by Aaron, were first. The young painted stallion asked of Isra's sire, but the grulla mare's eyes were searching past him for... there. Her elder daughter, slipping from the shadows at the end of the group, kitsune at her heels. Another concern was satisfied to find Kimber well and in usual company. It was why she reacted somewhat belatedly to Mirage's appearance, ignoring the shadow-mare at first as she sought her young child the same as Smoke had sought her own children. It was a mother thing.

Only when Mirage spoke up, uttering calming words for those struck fearful by this unexpected turn of events, did the Wild Rose turn her gaze to her. Silently she inclined her head in wordless agreement to what was said, then cast a glance to her youngest child as the behest was laid upon her, direction offered. It was with surprise that she glanced back to Mirage as the Dragonheart instructed that Zaffre act as travel companion to Israfel. For a moment she mulled over the idea, before inclining her head again. The notion had merit, and she assented to the separation.

With the addition of other dragons, Zaffre had settled right into the situation. Well, actually he was completely distracted from the situation. Between first Akaith, the greatly admired and respected golden queen who was entirely out of his league, and then dainty little Fajira, the blue was quite pleased and willing to agree with anything. Such was things with a male dragon raised amidst male dragons. Females were something to be overjoyed about, even if the moment kept him from aerial displays.

Vague amusement crossed his bonded's mind, before her gaze shifted to watch the rushed approach of Lace, who was full of questions. She blinked, then chuckled. "Lace, I forgot we never told you. Israfel is the Sun's daughter... and I believe that is the only reason she still has her fire. As for what's going on..."

Smoke looked back to Mirage, then to Aaron and his sisters and Kimber, before settling into relating what she'd seen. "The Time God has apparantly been attempting to fix a rift in reality. I saw him in the Meadow, standing before it and shielding it. If anyone's seen anything unusual of late, that's probably the reason behind it. While I watched, the other three gods came and wove their own shields... but the rift wouldn't close. One by one they left, to see their children, then came back and stepped through the rift. When the last one stepped through, the rift was gone. But so was all the magic and the light of sun and moon and stars. They must be trying to fix whatever was wrong, and we must have faith that they'll find a way back when they fix whatever it is." She knew that at least Aaron and Kimber understood just how bad it could be when such a rift went unmended. As to how much Mirage and Lace knew of such things, she knew naught.