I follow silently between the filly, enjoying her company. Though it is just the two of us, and though we are silent in our travels, I feel warm inside. Company is all I ask for, it does not have to be vibrant or lively. Someday perhaps I will be more vocal and talkative, but that is not today. Sikeax does not seem yet to mind, and I take comfort in that. Not everyone understands or enjoys my silence. My wings tucked against my side, my starry side is less remarkable in the trees with little sunlight or moonlight to illuminate it. Oh well, perhaps this is a good, if insignificant, reason to live somewhere in the open instead of covered in the forest. That being said, the cool air is magnificent and refreshing. The heat of the Throat can be exhausting and increase the wear and tear of everyday life. I can't help but be thankful that there is a reprieve here in the forest. Sikeax turns her head back to me, asking if I think the Edge will be welcoming. There is apprehension and doubt in her voice, but I feel anything but. "I do. They are not so easy to anger, I suspect." I must admit though, this is more of a hunch than anything else. I don't know much of anything for certain about the World's Edge, but I have not heard anything untoward about them. The pale filly glances back at me again, wondering if I will announce us. True, the senior would normally be the one to take charge, but she seems to understand our relationship. I may be the mentor, but I am not outspoken and will happily let the young, excitable filly do the talking. She calls out to those that reign here, and a soft smile slips onto my lips.

I am not even sure who rules here - these matters are not always shared with me. I wonder if Africa told Sikeax who it is we were supposed to see. But then it occurs to me - a little late, to my embarrassment - that we may not be here to see the leaders. We are to give the herbs to their healer. But I do not know her either. I am not familiar with many in Helovia, keeping to myself and staying within the borders of my home. I have felt little need to venture out, except for the patrols to which I am assigned. My mind begins to wander, remembering my last patrols.. and wondering where my beloved Dalibor is....

"Speech."

ANDROMEDA