There was too much to explain, too much to think about. Too much she herself still barely understood. But this "cleansing" as it were, was going to happen no matter what - she may as well survive it.
Ink, the mental voice came from the golden dragon who flew high above, unseen by most except the birds and perhaps other dragons or flying companions. His wet touch upon her dark hide was met with some surprise, the shadowmare turning her visage about to view him with bright golden pools. "Ink..?" Her voice trailed, its deep, honeyed tones questioning whether this was the same creature who held the rank of Spectre when she had been Queen… The same creature she had sent a search party for, hoping that they would be able to find him.
But there wasn't time. The mare simply nodded, and like that, she had her partner.
ooc :: @[Ink] and Mirage!