Most rogues are already surrounded by delegates from other herds, but finally Nyx's sights fall on a loner. She turns on her heel and heads towards the mare, who bears the wings of the pegasus. Nyx has nothing against the species as a whole, but she hates fighting with the feathery little bastards - as Ampere proved, shitting on their foes from a great height is a favoured tactic of theirs. Thankfully, this particular mare doesn't look like she is about to dump on the silver's head anytime soon, so she has no problem approaching.

Her neck is held high, but not high enough to display overt dominance or confrontation; her face is lapsed into easy neutrality, and her tail swishes lazily to rid herself of flies. Dominus is nowhere to be seen - she tends to send him away when she comes Theshold-mooching, so his glowering expression and penchant for giving hungry glances to horseflesh don't frighten away potential recruits. Judging from the occasional flash of their mental bond, he is hunting, and she is treated to flashes of fleeing rabbits and squirting blood.

But her focus is fully on the mare, and she severs the flow of her bond to her companion to the thinnest of slivers. The pegasus looks young, barely out of fillyhood, but the Edge leaders surely won't mind that. They need some youth to balance out all the grumpy old farts. "Hello there," greets the silver soldier, her voice cheery. "Welcome to Helovia. My name is Nyx, of the World's Edge. Might I ask your name, and enquire whether you are looking for a home?" That sounds suitably sales-pitch-esque, and the silver sincerely hopes it works, this time.

She introduces herself as Ruairi, and lifts her wings in a bizarre greeting. Nyx's eyebrows lift and her eyes follow the wings upwards, but in her determination not to seem rude she forces her head into a nonchalant nod of greeting. Perhaps wing-flaring is the pegasus equivalent of unicorns touching horns, or equines touching their poor, bare heads. This mare has certainly piqued the steel soldier's interest, and she feels considerably guilty when Rue plasters her wings back to her sides, as though embarassed about lifting them. Nyx is far from the world's most tactful creature, but even she has some basic desire to put somebody else at ease when that somebody seems to be a pleasant, naiive little soul. "Don't be embarassed. Is that a greeting from your homeland?" Her voice is soft and - hopefully - reassuring, with genuine interest veiled behind the words.

Clearing her throat and shaking her neck to flop her forelock out of her eyes, Nyx returns her attention to the fact this poor youngster is very lost and very alone. "I confess I am no expert on the lands outside Helovia, so I would be no use as a guide if you leave and try to find your homeland. However, I can certainly give you a guided tour if you decide to stay here." She flicks her eyes to Rue's hopefully. She certainly wouldn't blame the girl for turning tail and taking her chances in the wilderness, but Nyx is certainly an advocate for staying in sunny Helovia. Magic, demon bears, racists, murder and woe - what's not to like?

To her surprise, and delight, Ruiari seems keen to see the Edge, and Nyx is only too happy to show her. "You've pretty much summed it up. Trees, mountains, snow, and the occasional new land popping up out of nowhere." Admittedly, that doesn't happen very often, but when it does it's pretty darn cool - the silver's knees give a hearty throb where they slammed into the ground and scorched themselves with God blood. "The Edge is this way. It's quite a distance, so I'll have plenty of time to tell you more about Helovia on the way!" She's given a sudden image of Dominus bounding through the nearby bushes towards them, and she quickly bids him to stay away. Best not to frighten poor Rue with a great slavering lion diving out of the foliage.

Rue breaks into an odd running stride, which Nyx is hardpressed to keep pace with. If she walks she falls behind, if she trots she feels like she will overtake; she isn't designed for such an odd lope, so ends up moving in a strange half-walk half-trot that certainly doesn't exhibit the true range of her movement. But the company makes up for her discomfort, and she is soon angling herself towards the Edge with her new friend by her side, quite happy to talk about anything Rue wants.