The moments that passed in silence between them would have been awkward for the painted lady, had she not been so engrossed in following his blue outlines as they marked the boundary between his darker and lighter patches. She had been in Helovia for over a year and still she never grew tired of the multitude of colors, of the fanciful array of horses that paraded in and out of the various lands. But in time the spell was broken, the silence stolen, as the stallion began to speak, and the Kahlua returned her gaze to his blackened face rather than the rainbow of his body. Biru, he noted and she bobbed her head in acknowledgment to both his name and his next statement.

But ah, alone time in the Threshold is never alone time. For where a wanderer is lost and one comes to help them, surely others will come. This was no exception to the rule and before the queen could say much more of anything to the stud a familiar brown paint equine joined their midst. Or rather, what used to be an equine. As an ear twitched backwards on the painted queen's head for half a moment, she eyed the horn upon Abishia's head with suspicion. It had never been there before, so what was its purpose in being there now?

And yet, while the Sunshower could not hide her mistrust of the painted child from showing through on her face, she tried her best to keep her dancing soprano as normal as possible. After all, she was happy to see the stallion and honestly Abishia had never done anything to her other than harass her while she was grieving. Did the queen really have any right to be rude towards her? Perhaps not, but then... everybody has their limits. Even the queen, with the patience of a saint, could not find joy in every interaction. Perhaps, in Abishia, she had simply met her match.

“The Edge is returning to its former glory,” she offered, noting that Abishia had found home with this in the Hidden Falls. Kahlua would have to make her way there soon, to meet the leaders when she was able, for the Edge had been far too long without Allies and friends. Turning back to Biru, she focused her attentions on him for the time being. “We always welcome new warriors to our midst, if you are interested. Our herd takes a proactive approach to creating long-lasting peace in Helovia and if you think you can help us accomplish our goal, the misty woods would gladly have you.” And while she would be happy to chatter on more about how lovely the woods were, she had noted the stallion's brevity before. Perhaps he did not like the endless chatter?