The WeyrLeader had to wonder at what the youthful paint thought of the realm he had happened upon, was he beginning to grasp the way of life that she lived? The easy acceptance of those around him, no matter the shape of their body, the accessories they might be adorned with, the colour of their skin? Did he understand yet, that it was by one's soul within that Mirage judged a fellow being, not by what might or might not adorn their sides and brow? Perhaps, he understood that this was how she functioned, how she worked, how she thrived, but was as yet unable to embrace the thinking himself. Or perhaps, he understood everything she was trying to teach him, to show him, but had ulterior motives.. Would she ever be able to trust him, knowing the history of his father? Mirage always strove to live and judge by the actions of the being themselves, and so far, what had he proven to her? That he was quiet, perhaps, but also that he was willing to learn, at the very least, the arts of healing and comforting others. He was not unintelligent, this much she could see with ease, and he had a strong bodice - one that he had not used to defend this home he claimed as he owned, though they had Protectors enough without sacrificing the youngest, newest members of the herd onto the frontlines. Time would only tell whether he would survive here, and gain her true trust in the meantime.

The smile upon her lips softened with kind amusement as he fumbled over the leaves and herbs in his mouth to greet her, and she stepped forth to proffer a velvet lined muzzle to him to solidify the genuinuity of her greeting, even as he bowed low to offer his respect to her. Yes, he was an intelligent lad indeed, and Mirage noted which each passing moment just how he chose to spend each minute absorbing all that was around him. He was like a sponge, soaking up everything presented to him - but what would happen if he was pressured too much? Would he lose all the knowledge he had gained? Would he lose control, and revert into a being much like his father? You claim to withhold judgement until he has proven himself and yet all you think about is the father of the boy. Akaith rather sharply interjected as she was travelling, tired of the same repetitive thought cycle from her bonded. You are right, little dear. Mirage replied softly, steeling herself against the habit with a deep determination.

"The strike from the Basin was to be expected, we were well prepared. I only hope what you say is true." She left unsaid what she feared - that her family had been slaughtered, slayed, carried away. "Come, let us look together." She offered with a dip of her crown towards a starlit path, curving her bodice alongside him, her posture inviting him to move with her, much like it did when they first met. "As we walk, would you tell me of your time within the Edge so far? What have you learned?"

@[Dragomir]