The chill of Frostfall attempted to enter the very bones of the smallish raven mare that wandered towards the Threshold. She was lucky, for the magic that darkened her soul enabled her to create flames from within a powerful draconic fire-belly. Even now, in her equine bodice, she found warmth with relative ease, what with the magical, soul-binding bond she held with the majestic golden queen, Akaith. The World's Edge was relatively north in the world of Helovia, and though it held thousands of trees, they stood tall and strong - but naked of their leaves, and there was great patches where the lands still healed from the tantrums of the Sun God. The Sun God, who was apparently absent now, in the depths of winter.

As harsh and drought-ridden as TallSun was, it seems FrostFall will be as deep, and dark. The thoughts were shared in that magical bond that combined the souls of the equine and dragon, and the mare knew she was lucky to be able to find warmth in her land, that really should be feeling the same freezing conditions as the rest of the world. But a dragon's flame, when directed with care, could melt away the snows, provide fresh water, and find what was left of the autumn growth of grasses. The mare was not in the same condition she would be in the midst of Spring, but she was fairing better than she would have been had the walk of an Outcast still be calling her. Having a permanent land to all her own was something she had missed without even realising it, the World's Edge was the Goddess of the Moon's patron land, a land as close to her birthland as she had ever found.

And she had the Qian to keep her company, to help her build the land into a stronghold of peace and equality. A soft snort erupted through her nostrils, as snow swirled around her form. The pale, powdery substance stirred up as she walked. No cloak of shimmering, illusionary magic slung around her shoulders, today she walked, slowly healing, mending from the battle she herself had waged. Scars of deep lacerations were scabbing up along her hide, but she was otherwise clean, the bruises upon her ribs were nothing more than aches if she stood still for too long. Of course, the emotional wear and tear upon her soul had barely begun to heal.. The guilt she carried troubled her still, but she was always good at ignoring such things as emotions. She walked the Threshold now, with purpose, determination - but showing nothing more than passive indifference.

It was night time, a time when the mare welcomed the embrace of the moon's rays touch her obsidian hide and felt rejuvenated, exhilarated by its presence. Born in lands where no Sun ever shone, she was a creature of the night, despite being named for illusions usually caused by oppressive sunlight. The golden dragon that floated upon the breeze just above her seemed bleached, but sparkled like a rare jewel amidst the bare and naked canopy. Ears twirl atop her tiara, as curious tones paint the air. Motions pause, focus realigns and dark mare peers forth at the creature who spoke so strangely. A whisper of song escapes her maw in response to the words, and the mare is drawn closer to this kindred spirit of midnight love.

"One is never alone when the Goddess of Moonlight shines upon us." Her voice was hushed, subtle, her expression carefully guarded as she pushed her own hooves forth to better observe this minx of moonlight, this dark temptress of shadow and fathomless depths. The little shadow mare herself stood before this twisted, curious creation of the gods, and nodded her tiara a smudge in acknowledgement to one who might think similarly as she did with regards to the beautiful pewter celestial body that had so often guided her on her tumultuous journey through life.

"What is it you seek?"