I decided to leave these thoughts for another day, for lingering in the center of the Edge loomed a familiar silver shape and unfamiliar bay. The border seemed uneventful enough for me to leave. I tucked my dark wings close to my body, descending towards the pair below. Upon closer inspection, I found the silver shape to be Nyx, the general. Her presence with the bay intrigued me enough to land, to see what was becoming of their gathering.
I landed a few lengths from the pair, looming behind nearby trees and watching them carefully. Their interactions did not seem private, a notable detail in my mind. I huffed a cloud of onyx smoke and flicked my saffron colored tail in annoyance, for I was too far away from them to catch any words they might say. I slipped through the trees, prowling closer until I was too near to be considered simply a listener.
I stood a length behind the bay unicorn, my concerned gaze flicking between the general and the stallion. I muttered a simple hello, adding a respectful nod to Nyx, but not saying much else. I seemed to have a habit of being short on words around Nyx, even though I had only met her one other time. Nevertheless, I was genuinely curious, and had no intentions of leaving this encounter yet.
She is far away. She...she is far, far away from me.