As Dacianna led the way to the Worlds Edge, she found herself wondering about the stallion she had just offered to show her new home to and if she had been too forward? He seemed nice, charming even, so much so that the roan was quite comfortable in his presence and charted the way home with the confident air of a content mare. The closer they got the more Dacianna could smell the salty scent of the sea on the restless wind that whistled through her hair. Dense forest had changed to open land that connected one forest with another and, as she travelled, she felt the need to uncover a little more about this bloody knight she had plucked from the Threshold. “So… Ron. What brings you to Helovia?” she asked curiously, realising that she should have probably asked that first back in the forest, but his easy manner had lulled her into just answering his questions without learning much about the guy himself. One thoughtless moment after another, Dacianna was sure she would one day bury herself because of her own impulsiveness.
 
“Have you travelled far?” she prompted and turned her head to view his face as she posed the question to him.
 
After a while the open land disappeared into a new forest that had the familiar glass wall ruins that announced the start of Edge territory. The wall really was a mess; it was easy to step round it or over it and really wasn’t fit for the purpose it was built and instead, lay scattered across the floor like a beautiful, glistening memory. It always saddened Dacianna for a reason she couldn’t quite put her hoof on, perhaps it was because this was somebody's work that was now in ruins or maybe, and simply, because it looked so sad.
 
The stocky roan stepped around the ruins and stopped on the other side of the crumpled structure. She waited to see if Ron was beside her before raising her lips to the bolshie wind and calling for one who might be able to make a more official judgement than she. “Welcome to the Worlds Edge” she gestured afterwards, to the general vicinity she was in before lastly explaining "you must wait for another with more authority than I before continuing further".

She got little out of the rippling red stallion much to her frustration. Even though to the entire world he appeared genteel and polished, he had very little to say for a guy who’d travelled far and washed himself up in an all new, strange land. Why didn’t he ask questions? Wasn’t he curious at all about his surroundings, the smells or the souls that lived here? Or perhaps he was just one of those stallions who were so dashingly handsome they had never had a need to develop a personality. Either way, he built his own brick wall with his tight lips, Dacianna thought. She stopped herself before her mind turned too viscous with wild assumption lest she blurt it out loud like she had done so many times before; it was usually followed by an awkward smile and a delicate exit.

“What happened to them, may I ask?” she prodded politely, looking for a hole in his gleaming exterior, hoping she hadn’t just stepped on a landmine.

Before Dacianna could do any more digging a pale mare, who introduced herself as Raeden, greeted them as she stood next to a beautiful deer. For a moment, Daci was mesmerised by the Cerndyr, Tin, her eyes glazed over like she had just uncovered a diamond in the wild. A bemused smile wove onto her face as she greeted them both with a small dip of her head. The only problem with being new is that every face was a stranger’s, but one by one Dacianna was beginning to know each Edge member by name rather than just brief passing.

She let the charming Ron speak first before replying, “I’m a new Philosopher here” she felt like she told everyone this, but in case anyone ever needed some ill advised wisdom, they knew who to look for. “You can call me Daci, I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself earlier” it was still so very strange not knowing everyone and their business. She longed for the day that comfortable familiarity would take over from the feeling of being a bewildered outsider. That mare who came from the Rift.

It was then that some authority arrived along with an elephant, in miniature. The gathering had quickly become a jumbled mess of varying heights and species as Daci marvelled over the calf; she had never seen an elephant before. It was almost funny that, what was meant to be one of the largest animals in the world, was smaller than the mammoth that was Bo- Tembovu, the giant King who towered over all the gathered. “Glass dragons are far more interesting” Dacianna shook her head in mock disappointment at the sovereign before shooting a grin at Mbwene.

“This is Ron” she motioned to the crimson stallion, the subject of their meeting “I and another from the Falls came across him in the eastern forests” she informed before leaving Ron to handle the rest.