Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,

And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.

In choosing the company of giants, a dove could only accept being dwarfed. This did not mean that Erthë would ever accept being looked down upon, nor was she one to ever feel diminished by her lack of height. Indeed, as she slipped in quietly between the King and the Philosopher the young fae carried herself with an air that suggested she was of the more appropriate size, whereas everyone else were simply rude for forcing her to crane her opalescent swan neck in order to look up at them. Being young had little to do with it. Almost a yearling now, the horn crowned angel had nearly grown into her full height already; it was only the lanky frame and slender hips that suggested she had yet to physically mature.

The eyes that ravaged the newcomer were not young, however. Not in the impatient, disinterested way that children normally expressed their youth, where the talk of adults was only boring and couldn't they go on home soon to do something fun, please. No, her two toned gaze was steady and direct, open and curious as she studied the pale mare whom Iona had brought back. There was a curious, almost eerie similarity between them that Erthë picked up on immediately. Both pale, graceful and dyed in pale pastel hues, the greatest difference between them seemed to be the soul behind the clear eyes. Where the hybrid fawn saw darkness and smiled at it as the perfect backdrop for light to shine, this stranger seemed to be more inclined to let it dye her, shape her, swallow the light of kindness and laughter until only the pristine coat remained bright.

The others seemed to have picked up on it too. Tembovu wasn't smiling, which was unusual in these circumstances, Alune seemed even more welcoming than normal - to the point where Erthë thought it almost became too much. Stifling, sickly sweet. Only Iona seemed her usual self, but then again she must probably like what she had seen in the pegasus if she'd seen fit to bring her back here, to their home.

In the mere moments it took for the girl to make these observations, words had been uttered, questions asked yet not replied to. Erthë chose to remain quiet for the time being, a porcelain doll poised between the stallions with a small, thoughtful smile teasing the cherry blossom lips as she followed the flow of the conversation.

She was always interested to see the adults work. Likely it would sere her in the future to study the leaders now - but for the most part it was just her way of having fun.