Finally the path levelled out and the fog cleared before her, revealing a glorious field filled with lush grass and endless space. She must have ascended an entire mountain, as she suddenly realised it was not fog but clouds that she had fought through. The sun was setting over the distant horizon, casting the entire field into a bloody orange glow, and despite her tiredness Nyx found herself bounding forwards with gusto, kicking up her heels as she cantered through the thick grass. Ever since gaining her sight as a young child, the girl had held an appreciation for the wonders of the world, after spending many of her early months lost in darkness. She revelled in beauty, and this field atop the mountain was one of the most glorious things she had ever seen. Slowing to a halt, the mare lowered her head and sampled the lush grass, tail swishing despite the lack of flies at this altitude - it was simply habit. ""

As she approached she noticed the silvery markings on his body, and oggled at them for a moment before realising she was likely being rather rude. "Hello there, mister," she greeted with a small dip of her skull. "Odd place this, isn't it?" She gestured round at the field - it was certainly strange to have such a ripe, alive plain of grass at the top of a mountain, where the air was thinner. Nyx was rapidly coming to realise that Helovia was a hotbed of magical activity, and wondered if perhaps this was an example of it. "I'm Nyx, of the World's Edge," she said by way of introduction.

"and yourself?" If he was a long-term Helovia resident, he likely already knew of this queer place. She accepted that, like during her own time in Isilme, strange things just became second nature. Most of her fellows at the Edge had seemed unpeturbed by the giant glass wall, whereas the iron lady herself had found herself both baffled and wary of the bizarre structure. To natives of this place, a lush field in the clouds was probably relatively mundane. The patterns on Ciceron's body made her wonder if odd markings were a common occurence as well, and she thought of her mother, who had possessed those odd spirals of light around her horn and left foreleg. She'd then spent the best part of five years out in the wilderness where nobody had anything out of the ordinary, save for wings and horns - returning to a land where normality was nonexistant would take some getting used to.

She continued to look at the cub, conceding that it was rather cute - it would be less cute when it was grown and full of teeth and claws to tear into horseflesh, but that was a good few months away. "Oh, he's adorable. Where did you get him?" She resisted the urge to squeeze the little cub's cheeks and make a cooing sound in the back of her throat, deciding that would make her come off rather simple. Despite her inherent fear of things that ate meat, Nyx could appreciate that they were quite sweet when they were young and helpless, before they grew into vicious killing machines. "I'm rather new here, Ciceron, but everybody i've met has had a companion of some sort. is it...the norm?" If so, she could imagine worse things. She did get rather lonely sometimes, and the bond these equines and their companions had seemed to be particularly strong. Perhaps she should set her prejudices aside and go about getting one for herself - it would certainly be pleasant to have someone to babble to all day long.