The departure of Aaron was not lost on the mare. As swiftly as she was able, with the aid of her dragon, Akaith, she followed, though she was quite late in her arrival. A cloak of shimmering, illusionary magic draped itself over her hide as she trekked the lands, carefully, warily. Injuries ached and bled, bruises throbbed and her head was pounding. But she had said her bit, thanked those she needed to thank. It was time for her to push on, to keep on living. What better way to do that, then to attend the birth of a new life? The little brown Kiba had alerted Akaith to the happening, and with growing fondness in the mare Solstice, and concern for Aaron's wellbeing, Mirage forced herself to make the painful, stiff journey back to the Deep Forest. Without the aid of her dragon, she would never have made it, such was her exhaustion and overwhelming concern.

But she was met with success, her determination brought her sidled up to her beloved friend, Torasin, a warm whicker lingering in the back of her throat as she greeted him and those she knew who were present. The bundle of life that huddled in close to Solstice's side had wings, not only two but four, and Mirage recalled vaguely meeting three other individuals with such features. Silently, curiously, she mused at who the father might be, but did not press matters right here. A pegasus, with scent hailing from the Throat, also stood near by. The little shadow mare eyed his arabic build cautiously, they may be allies by herdland, but he was still a stranger, and a stranger, no matter their allegiance, could still behave in strange ways. Stiffly her nape lowered her tiara to him, recognising and acknowledging his presence and hoping to gain a friendly response in return, that would ease some of the tension that had stirred here.

"Solstice, congratulations are in order." Her voice, though tired and worn, still held that exotic strength, that undeniable call of one who leads. "She has the protection of the Qian, and the World's Edge, at her disposal." It was the mare's way of gently informing those present of the outcome of the battle that had been fought. A serious humbleness drifted across her features; for still she battled with guilt and hatred for warfare, yet had performed the necessary evil in order to earn rights to a herdland for herself, and her kin. Akaith chirruped her greeting, and landed upon the back of her bonded gently, so as not to cause more aches across Mirage's battered hide. The mare sighed, trying to find contentedness amongst the frazzle of emotions that riled within her, and refocussed upon the new life, Azale Moniet.