Resplendence speaks, and the silver soldier's ears flick forwards to listen. Delight flashes across her features, frozen gaze lighting up. "I would love that, yes. Dominus and I have been practicing our talents whilst out in the wilderness, and we are both eager to serve the Edge with our lives. I would do everything in my power to become the Edge's finest warrior." With the magic that she's still getting used to, the white lion by her side and her own natural guile, she thinks herself quite the potent would-be protector of the Edge.

Dominus prowls behind the chatting mares, bone still clutched doglike in his powerful jaws. Like a pale shadow he makes no noise upon silent paws, expertly avoiding twigs and stones. But even Dominus - killer of hundreds, white warrior of the wilderness - cannot avoid what he cannot see, and the yelp that comes from him is like nothing Nyx has ever heard before. Resplendence is momentarily forgotten as she snaps around towards her companion, feeling agony shoot through her foreleg in sympathy with whatever injury her bonded has obtained. She may be willing to watch him walk into glass walls and obtain a few bruises, but they are one soul, and she would never wish true pain upon him. He is the most important thing in her life, and he is hurt. His bone is cast aside, forgotten, as he begins to limp a few steps before finally crashing his hindquarters to the ground with a savage hiss. She can feel pain and confusion ebbing through their conjoined minds as he looks at his right forepaw, where the source of the agony seems to be coming from.

In the glinting light of the sun she sees it - glass. A shard of glass, pricked straight through the tender pad and now lodged firmly in place, drenched with bright red blood.

Nyx's hooves crunch on it as she moves towards Dominus, and she looks down in awe. Broken glass, everywhere. "The wall..." She looks to Resplendence, who had avoided the shards with expert ease, and there's confusion in her expression and side-pointed ears. "What happened to the wall? Did it shatter?" It must have taken some force to cause this sort of damage, but right now the mare is too focused on her companion's plight to ask any more questions. His sharp features are furrowed with pain, his tongue lolling as he pants, every muscle quivering with obvious discomfort. He holds the paw up, unable to let it touch the ground, and Nyx lowers her muzzle to sniff at it. She is no healer, not any more, and she doesn't even know where to start with yanking a piece of glass out of a carnivore's paw. She turns back to the other mare, worried, not knowing what to do, eyes pleading for any advice she can get. Give her a battlefield and she's right at home - give her a single obnoxious blade of glass and she's helpless.

When the red dragon nears him, despite Resplendence's coaxing he gives a feral snarl and ejects his razor-edged claws so they press deep into the glass-laden dirt. "Don't!" warns Nyx, her mental voice loud and authorative. He rarely listens to her - defiant, imbued with testosterone and male pride, the lion is not the sort to obey her like a common dog - but she prays to all the gods that he chooses now to start doing so. "He's going to help you. Please, you must let him." With his blue eyes fixed on and narrowed dangerously at Valiance, the beast finally allows his claws to retract, leaving his paw free to be operated on. Those fierce eyes, dulled with pain, never leave the red-scaled dragon as his talons grasp the offending glass, his entire body spasming in a wince as the razor-edged blade digs deeper into his skin. When the dragon yanks backwards and the glass pulls free, the initial shot of pain is like a razor-edged scream that rockets through the nervous system of both lion and mare. Nyx's ears pin and her eyes water as she draws some of Dominus' pain into herself to relieve him of it, her hoof pawing against the ground as though it is she having the glass removed.

But finally, finally, the pain begins to dull. Dominus gasps with relief, his thrashing tail seizing its frantic waving to rest stoicly behind him, tongue lolling. A mist descends and floats between them, and Nyx feels her lion's awe as his torn and ravaged flesh begins to sew back together, as good as new. "Thank you both," says the silver one, her head dipping in obvious gratitude. Rarely have they met a foe that they cannot defeat; apparently glass is one such foe. "Dominus says thank you, too," she adds, although the lion has done nothing of the sort. He does not do gratitude, and returns to his paws to fetch his bone as though nothing had happened.

Valiance drops the blood-soaked piece of glass by her feet but the mare kicks it away, sickened by the fact something so small had caused her bonded so much grief. She follows the dragon and his bonded carefully, Dominus following closely behind her and ensuring he scans the ground for hidden torture this time. She shakes her head at Resplendence's apology. "There's no need to apologise. It is just...quite a shock, to see that such a feat has been destroyed. The wall was magnificent." She looks mournfully at the shattered remains, saddened by it. The wall had made the Edge special, not to mention safe. Its loss...it is a cause for great sorrow from the grey female.

The younger mare explains that the herd now has three leaders, including Archibald. Nyx remembers the large man with his little shit of a pet dog - he had defeated her in battle. He has her respect for that, although she wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him (in other words, not at all) after he used that look-I-can-turn-your-bones-to-stone-isn't-it-fun magic on her during their fight. She will serve him loyally, though, largely because of that battle - he is a leader she can trust in times of war. "Have you any sort of rank?" she asks. The kindly mare seems like she deserves one, and Nyx would be more than happy to put in a good word for her. She nods as the other mentions checking her herbs, deciding to pay attention to anything she can learn - as the glass incident had proven, healing skills could be just as valuable as fighting skills. "What else has happened in Helovia since my absence?" she questions. She wants to know all the gossip!

They continue to walk, Nyx's head swinging side to side to drink in the familiar sights of the Edge. Home. Heavens, how she loves this place! There is a spring in her step despite the run-in with the grass, ears held high and erect like a yearling filly at the sheer enjoyment of being back here. She listens as Resplendence explains about the appearance of an island in the sky, which is most odd - not that talking white lions, dragons and magical powers aren't odd too. Eyes widen in shock as she hears of murders carried out by the Moon Goddess, and they almost boggle out of her head at the news that the merry murderess is now here. "Wait, so we have a possibly immortal, unbelievably powerful, mildly psychopathic, murder-happy deity in our midst?" What could possibly go wrong? "I can see why people may be a bit unsettled," she adds, hardly able to believe her ears.

She watches as her companion begins to pull out a few herbs, watching intently and trying to take note of which ones she picks. After all, if they have a murderer just chilling amongst them, it might come in handy to know which plants heal and which ones harm. Alas, anything green looks all the same to Nyx, so she hopes she will have someone like Resplendence on hand should she receive a serious injury.

The quivering of the ground snatches her attention from Resplendence, and a hiss of displeasure erupts from Dominus as he whisks around to place his powerful frame between the oncoming stallion and Nyx. There is little need, though; the silver soldier recognises the man immediately. However could she forget? "Archibald," she greets, inclining her horned head in acknowledgement and respect of him and his dog. That bloody dog - indeed, there is an element of irony that Nyx, loather of carnivores, ended up bonded to one. Fate must certainly be laughing her ass off at that little coincidence, but she wouldn't exchange Dominus for anything now she is accompanied with his predatory presence in her head. She nods at the newly ascended king's words, jaw setting into a determined line. "I will not fail you. What would you have me do?" Practice, patrol, all of the above? The more, the better - the mare hungers to prove herself.