News travelled quickly when the minds of dragons were in constant communication. The speed of thought was all it took for images of a new life born onto soft grasses in a warm, welcoming dawn to appear within the cranium of the WeyrLeader. The time has come, then. The mare thought to her bonded, to happily sailed the skies above her. New life was here, Akaith was, as always, jubilant.

The sire of the child was known to Mirage, for though she had not lingered long enough at the meeting to hear the scathing words of Indy, her brothers had stood by the new Leader, and with many a contained emotion, listened to their beloved, former Military Leader be insulted. It had taken much self control to stand where they were after one they had once respected, Indy, turned so coldly against the departing form of the little grulla mare.

Mirage appreciated her brothers, for their control. They were volatile when on their own, Maskan was prone to becoming reclusive, silent, a shadowy observer, Madyrn, a raging monster of flaming fury. But together, they were able to maintain the steady rhythm of life, able to keep the mask of normalcy in place - for the most part, anyway. She appreciated their loyalty to herself, and also now to Smoke all the more.

The little grulla had made herself quite involved with their family, it would seem. Mirage welcomed it, for she had always been strangely attracted to this mare, always yearned to hold deep discussions of their pasts. It was like they were two creatures with a very similar path behind them, differences mostly in location and timing, and at last Helovia had allowed them to meet and inevitably work together on carving out a future for their kin.

The mare with golden eyes viewed the scene before her. The brothers of shadow and fire already walked across the Meadow, towards the mare. Each dipped his handsome crown to her, and wuffled greetings to the bundle of light fur, before they assumed customary postures of warriors, protectors. They were forever on guard.

Akaith trilled her greeting to the brothers, flying great hoops above them, dancing and frolicking with Zaffre in the space around them. Colourful greetings were given, most enthusiastically, to the mare, before the gold retreated to land on the back of her bonded, clutching onto Mirage's mane and urging her to walk faster towards the beautiful bundle of new life being dried by the diligent work of Smoke's tongue.

A warm greeting rolled forth from Mirage's maw, the mare made the rounds of the group, touching her muzzle to each of her brothers before entering the fray and greeting Smoke. Without hesitation she extended her maw to the mare as well, for she called herself a part of the Qian, she was extended family, and to be treated as such.

"A glorious day to bring forth new life. Israfel, welcome!" Tender tones orchestrated themselves within a smooth nicker, the mare pawed at the earth slightly to make it known; the Qian stood by Smoke, and her new daughter.