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.

Ears pricked as familiar tones graced them, tilting towards the dulcet tones of the young roan femme Akaith had so enjoyed riding upon the back of. Even now, as Akaith recognised the youthful song of Kiara, she surged forth with a curious whisper of song and greeted the young belle, happily making herself at home atop the strawberry roan's withers. Mirage was soon to follow, more than pleased to see the young mare out and about. The charred mare sidled up to her young friend, and gave her a silent nod of greeting - but nothing more. The WeyrLeader was subtle in her ways, and intended on keeping herself and her title quiet, until such a suitable time came as to reveal it. The mare with liquid golden eyes observed this chestnut pegasus carefully, having never seen one like himself before - a pegasus clearly incapable of flight. Even Akaith's wings were larger than his. But her gaze did not linger long, her clear, golden eyes soon focussed upon his face, and her voice made to orchestrate a kind melody of introduction.


"I am Mirage, and this is Akaith. Welcome to Helovia."