Stepping into the fray of the herd, Aviya listened well. The God of the Spark had named this mare as lead in place of Illynx. Aviya gave a small, nearly inaudible hmph as a response. Illynx was not Aviya's favorite creature in this realm--no, she had dug her hole with Mauja. The golden bitch did not let Aviya kill the spotted bastard's offspring when all it deserved was death. It's mother, too, deserved death for bedding with the traitor king. He had disappeared when his people needed him, causing Psyche's disappearance. Aviya would be hard pressed to ever forgive the Frostheart. With her frosted tail lashing darkly across her hocks, Aviya settled next to her father, with the glowing Aramis between them. The dark princess dipped her masked face some, watching the blood-painted hybrid. Aviya knew she held equine blood, d'Artagnan had taught her everything he knew of Helovia, including which companions were able to bond to which species. This new Lady had a dragon at her side, causing bile to seethe at the back of the Poisoner's daughter's throat. Her icy eyes narrowed with distaste and her ears flattened some, but she did not open her mouth to spit on this new queen.

Instead, her eyes flickered to the stout god that spoke. There was a rampant murderer in these lands, it seemed, and that caused the princess' ears to perk again. Kou. Aviya took a hesitant step forward, her mind drained of the anger she felt from the new royalty, and flooded with intense curiosity and need. "God of the Spark," She started, truly unknowing what she should call him, "One of our most loyal and dedicated herd members has fallen at the hooves of another. She was a long-time nurse, ranked since you gave us this home. Her name was Kou, she was white." Aviya tried to describe her mother for the god, to perhaps stimulate his memory of her--as if the God of Time needed so--before she continued on her inquiry, "Can you reveal her murderer?"

Aviya's eyes flickered behind her to her father momentarily, seeking his strength and support, before turning some to Deimos to, again, seek strength and support. She settled, finally, resting her pleading eyes on the God of the Spark.