It had been the right decision to bestow the rank upon the young girl. Already Mirage heard of her good-doings, of her dedication and want to prove herself worthy of the task. The DragonHeart knew now, with a certainty, that the wall that would protect their home would be built in the near future. And so when she heard the gentle caress of a summons upon the winds and mists, she smiled. Akaith chortled above, happily returning the call. The mare embraced the mists around her, and travelled in a combination of a shimmering illusion and a misty outline of a horse - or sometimes, a dragon. Her arrival was swift, and met with mists swirling about her hooves, her golden eyes peering kindly and keenly at the painted mare she had granted the magic of these lands. With admiration evident, the little shadow mare saw her new Glazier call upon the mists and winds and darkness, and create something from it - it was truly inspirational, and Mirage could not wait to be a part of it.

"I believe we need a clearer path than this in order to complete this monumental task," the mare began, turning her crown to peer along the distant stretch of borders that needed to be protected. With a shadow of a smile curving her dark lips, she bowed her head deep towards her chest, calling upon that which would alter the very shape of her bodice. It was different this time, as her body seemed to turn into mists before they glowed a spectacular golden hue, and suddenly there were grand shapes of wings protruding from her shoulders, and a long, thick tail grew from her hind. The mare did not necessarily grow in height, but certainly her presence embraced the reason why she was called DragonHeart, as her nape grew longer and gave her a higher view on the world. Once transformed, she opened her golden, now slitted eyes with a sharp click, a peered once more at the mare, a glitter of amusement behind her friendly pools. With a small huff of smoke from her nostrils, she looked down the line of trees again, and said quietly, "this will not do."

A deep, rumbling call began from within her throat. Soon it transformed, evolved into an exotic song, one that called for the assistance of all who were able, all who wanted to see their home protected. "We shall clear a path wide enough for two abroad to walk either side of the wall." She spoke once her call was complete, a draconic grin curving her scaled lips as she glanced back to Kahlua. Akaith warbled from above, happily beginning to scorch the uppermost branches of trees to help strip them of their lighter branches, to make the carrying of larger trunks and bodies cleaner and easier. Another huff of smoke exited Mirage's muzzle, as she neared the trunk of a particularly thick trunk, and prepared to breathe the fire that would weaken it. Calling upon the fire that resided deep within her belly, she breathed it out with well practised accuracy, engulfing the small area of trunk that would then cause the tree to fall. Akaith let loose a call of alarm to ensure any who were near stood back to avoid getting crushed.

The dragon was not done with simply letting the tree fall, however - she leaned her shoulder into it, letting it fall upon her with a deep grunt. It would take some effort but with some flapping of her broad, golden wings, she would slowly but surely lift it from the ground, and take it to one of the camps deep within their home, to use when it was dried out and dead as fuel for those chilly winter nights.

It was going to be along, hard work, but the DragonHeart would do everything she could to ensure it was completed.

[ ooc :: Basically, Mirage is just doing this over and over, feel free to interact with her etc, she'll happily hold a conversation here and there. Also, I think it's safe to say POST ORDER IS A LIE in this particular thread. LET'S BUILD A WALL :DDDDD ]