All reservations aside for the sake of humility and the two strangers present, Africa held a mild level of composure. The cool Frostfall wind twirled playfully through the long tendrils of her grotty-grey mane, whipping into loose tangles that undoubtedly would take her young Zephyr friend a good portion of the evening to remove- certainly she held little value in the way she presented. The stallion, as soft creamy eyes surveyed him, seemed uncomfortable; displeased perhaps given the crowd amassing for his own sake. He returned her lowly greeting for the sake of their kinship (she figured- as was the common courtesy between their winged sort), though it seemed brisk, and lathered in the uncertainty rising to flood the crystal quality of his bright blue eyes. Never the less, the one-winged mare nodded respectfully.

Rapidly, he glanced between the trio of unique mares- each a class of its own, all three undoubtedly with swoon-worthy reasons he should choose to follow them home. Africa found herself smiling suddenly, her passive gaze also sweeping by each part-horse present; she had no true motive to whisk him from this brim of Helovia, but she knew well that they could not shelter beneath the gnarled arms of this forest for long. Not while wraiths and all manner of undead wolves hunted across the lost world. At last he began to reverse- not the reaction she had expected entirely, but one that was accepted without opposition. Africa too stepped from the zone of the conversation, heeding the not so subtle request for space; and relishing in her own small realm of privacy there.

Silas had settled relatively quickly atop the fleshy curve of his bonded’s sleek rump, though as she rocked beneath, each star-glittered wing spread to balance him through her manoeuvre. Lilac eyes, sharp with raptor’s ferocity, narrowed upon the great male as his enormous wingspan unfurled, and wary cluck rose through the flurry of wind stirred as each thrust its might partially towards the arc of mares. Though not coherently able to understand the language, both in tongue and body language, of the Helovian horses, he knew vaguely the forms of aggression and assertiveness that had the potential to do his beloved harm.

The stallion came to rest once more however, quite still upon burly brown legs beneath; and Africa could feel the tension soften through the stance of her companion above. Soon enough the silvery maned Pegasus began to speak- crudely she thought immediately, and drew a breath to last the remainder of his rather gruff introduction. "You would do well to not assume so hastily..." She offered first through a delicately careful smile, tilting the pale expression of her face slightly to one side to eye him more closely. "The structure of these parts has been abolished until the lands can be cleansed of the darkness suffering it." The lonely wing to her side opened a little to meet another surge of snow-tinged wind and it gathered blissfully beneath, burning the warmth of her barrel there with its bitter brush. "I am Africa, once Oracle of the Dragon’s Throat herd."