Mirage knew all too well the feeling of hopelessness, helplessness that could consume one. She had felt it after Torasin had died, and then Solstice too, and now with more herdmates being declared missing, with the death of the soldier she had been fighting, with everything that had unfolded, the mare wondered how it was she gathered the strength to stand upon her sturdy legs. And yet, here she was. Standing alone, albeit for her dragon, in the wake of seeing the great Goddess of the Moon. Though the Goddess stood for darkness and wind, the world seemed duller, stiller as she faded from sight, and so Mirage merely blinked dumbly at the mists as they folded back down on themselves, realising with a harsh slap in the face that reality awaited her outside of the surrealistic world her meeting with the Goddess had been.

After departing company from her sister and the young mare who lingered there, the WeyrLeader and her dragon walked the mists of the land, feeling a new magic awaken within them. As she walked with the mists, she seemed to become the mists, a magic similar to her illusionary magic and yet completely different. It crawled up her legs, across the tendrils of her mane and tail, along her hide - and yet she shrugged it off, preferring her whole form now, even as she nursed tender muscles and bruises. Akaith murmured above her, taking to the skies. Tell me who is hurt, and where they lie. Mirage requested of her golden companion, who swiftly disappeared in the darkness and mists of their home. The peculiar jewel that now rested about her left foreleg shimmered in the night, its sheen seeming to take on the very shine of the moon itself. The DragonHeart's steps became smoother the more she moved, until she heard a summons at the borders.

Swiftly she moved, her motions seeming to become foggy, like the mists that decorated her home. Who would call to her from the borders of their land? Overhead, Akaith was scouting the region, and so she sent an image of the young mare back to her. Was she familiar? Yes, it was Harmony, the youth she had met in the company of the Moon Goddess herself. Why then, would she stand at the borders, like a stranger? "I am here," Her voice was hushed, her steps slowed and controlled, as the mists seemed to flow from within and around her. "Harmony, I am sorry we have not had a chance to speak before now." The tones were laced with genuine sincerity and regret. The duties of a leader called to her more often then not, and made her miss out on building relationships with those her other faithful members had recruited. Have we truly grown so large that I do not know half of those who call my home theirs as well?

@[Harmony]