It felt wrong to stand still. Megaera was one for action and would often leap before looking, it was a failing that she worked to correct within herself. The scars upon her front legs and nose were a permanent reminder of her hasty nature and she wasn’t in to mood for more without working out a strategy first. Still, she had nowhere to start. She didn’t know this mare that lay dead, didn’t know the place she found herself, and after a long absence, she didn’t even know Helovia. So focused were her thoughts upon the long list of things she didn’t know, Meg barely noticed the approach of the white-eyed colt. His greeting brought her out of her reverie with a bit of a jolt and it took her the length of the pause in his speech to realize that we had been one of the four standing with the Gods when all had been assembled around the scene. The colt, Mesec he’d said, started a question, and trailed off, from the sound of it, it might have been a bit accusatory and Meg’s eyes narrowed for an instant. As he changed tack she relaxed her expression, he seemed more like he was trying to work out what to say at all more than refine an accusation.

“Well met, Mesec. I am Megaera of Dragon’s Throat.” Or at least she hoped she would still be welcome in the desert herd, she’d been away a long while. She considered his last words a bit before answering. If he knew the Gods, perhaps he knew more of what had happened. ”Terrible indeed, and something should be done about it, the culprit found.” Her words were solemn enough, but laced with a bit of impatience. She tried to settle herself, action might feel better, but it would be useless until she could put purpose to it. She angled herself towards her black companion and adopted a more amiable manner. ”Did the gods have any other information? A few black hairs on a body isn’t much to be going on with.”

Another mare approached then, one bearing both horn and wings alike, and black as well. Black is entirely too common of a color. thought Meg with a smidge of sardonic mirth. The newcomer seemed a sweet one, surely sweeter than Meg eve could be, as she politely introduced herself. ”Megaera.” She responded with a short dip of her head. "It is certainly unsettling. I did not know her, but in any case it seems strange that she was left in such a public space. Did no one see this crime?”

Another set of forms came upon the small gathering, another young male, with horn and red instead of wings and silver, but he seemed to know Mesec already. She greeted the new addition as she had the other two, and even bent her head low to give a friendly snort to the quick little creature that accompanied him. Along with his delightful little companion, the blood and black unicorn brought news of another body and that quickly sobered the young soldier again. “Sand? That would seem as though someone from the Throat was involved, or from the coast to the west.” That as a bitter pill to swallow, the thought that those from her old home might be involved in the grizzly happenings. “Do Ailith and this mare hear have any connections that you know of?” she asked Sacre, gesturing to the nearby victim. ”It seems hardly likely that these are unconnected.”