She had landed quite some time ago, her flight path leading her to cut through the low-hanging mists of the World's Edge and alight upon the remnants of the wall. It was there that she had taken a moment to decide whether to wrangle the behemoth on her own or to immediately alert her Elephant King. The decision had been an easy one, what with her undying loyalty to her King and her undying hatred toward the winged plains-rats.

So it was as the sun had began to slip below the tree tops that the blushed Pegasus was alerted to the arrival of her most-esteemed guest.

The trumpeting sound of his summons reverberated through the trees and caused a shiver of disgust to trace its way down her spine unbidden; the stallion sounded nothing like her valiant mfalme, did he? No, no, it wasn't plausible, she was merely tired from the long trek home and the echoing call had been distorted by the forest. Shaking her head as if to rid herself of her own thoughts, the pale maiden began to pick her way toward the unmistakable scent of Dorobo.

"Quiet down, mabonde panya, you're going to disturb the citizens and I promise that they are not as kind as I." Orithia decided that the white lie couldn't hurt much in the long run, and though her herdmates were a strong people, not all of them enjoyed conflict as much as she did. "Welcome to the World's Edge, the denizens of this land will welcome you as one of their own as long as you don't overstep your place here. I recommend you learn what that place is and learn it well."

She didn't bother with masking the threat.

A hiss slipped through clenched teeth at the guffaw spilling from the stallion's mouth. He had no right to happiness within these borders just as his clan had made sure that she had no right to happiness trapped within Uumalah's walls. The smirk that twisted at his mouth made her want to retch - all of him made her want to retch. His voice was grating and bloated with ego; it caused an acrid, choking smoke to coil in her belly -

A vaporous serpent snapping and twining about her innards, forcing her limbs into a rage-filled paralysis.

Oh, how her mind toyed with imagery of him at her feet, begging and begging for the sweet release of death. How her conscious twisted at the strands of reality to shred that lovely rouged skin into strips of bloodied flesh. How sweet would it be to watch him fall, to be the one that orchestrated his demise. Another hiss as he dubbed her a sharp edge in his native tongue, another furious blaze coursing through veins at his words; the mention of Uumalah, the patronizing tone of his voice as he asked after her place.

Her place was with her hooves at his neck.

Her thoughts came rushing to the forefront, perched patiently upon the tip of her tongue only to be interrupted by the arrival of her Queen. Elsa's continuing absences had been noted and Orithia couldn't help but nurture a sort of questioning concern for her leader. The icy mare's welcome, while pretty enough in word composition, fell flat in tone and Orithia resisted the urge to question her sovereign.

Just as quickly as her concerns rose, they were tamped down by the Plains Rat's words, his voice trussed up in honey and sunlight. Pastel eyes narrowing, the blushed mare clicked her teeth a few times in an amused sort of distaste, "What he means is that he has tired from the pleasure houses in Uumalah and has grown bored with the whores in his fathers' harem and he has come to Helovia seeking more to pillage and more to deflower." She resisted the urge to spit at his hooves, to lash out at his devilishly handsome face, to dig into his flesh with her teeth.

To castrate him.

"Tembovu comes from the same plains, I thought it would be better for the Rat to remain under the watch of those who knew their ways. What say you, Elsa?"

She was forced to take a calming breath as her Queen, her supposed ally spoke of a supposed liking toward the disgusting wretch she had all but dragged to the World's Edge. Betrayed, Orithia flashed the snowy mare a scalding glare and felt herself take an involuntary step back, distancing herself physically and therefore symbolically from the infuriatingly handsome stallion and his infuriatingly hideous personality. With a huff, the pale Pegasus spent the remainder of Elsa's monologue staring grumpily at the Plainswalker's overtly hairy hooves, displeasure practically oozing from her pores.

It was clear that her concerns wouldn't be taken seriously by the fairer of her sovereigns, the lack of suspicion toward the mammoth stallion causing Orithia's faith in her monarch to waver. The pink tinged woman already spent every spare moment watching over Hawezi, pacing her way through the trunks and boughs as he slept and snapping at any errant mammal that could wish him harm; she had no time to keep an eye on the newest member of her herd. Teeth gritting in frustration, Orithia felt the violence drain from her body upon a wave of exhaustion, her body reminding her that yes  she was flesh and bone and blood and that yes she needed to rest at some point.

At the sound of her newest nickname - one in a slew of hundreds, if she was being truthful - the mare's head snapped up and her attention was drawn toward Graasvoel and his piss-yellow gaze. Pastel eyes rolling in exasperation, the woman gave a halfhearted mimicry of the stallion's terrible sense of humor, face twisted in derision.

Oh, ho ho ho, pleasure. Oh, hee hee hee, I'm a big fat Korofi and I can't go three minutes without a poor attempt at sexual innuendos. Chuckle, chuckle, mother-cursing chuckle.

Orithia was sure that her face would be stuck in a permanent frown after her exchange with the giant idiot, but she couldn't find enough energy to care; at least it had the potential to make her look fearsome. With another roll of her pupilless eyes and a stifled yawn, the mare turned in the general direction of her sleeping quarters - nothing fancy, just a circular copse of birch trees toward the southern borders of the World's Edge that she had cleared in the center and had been working toward beautifying. It wasn't much, just a grassy space big enough for her wings to stretch before falling into the sweet oblivion of sleep, but it was hers.

She began the short trek at a leisurely pace, tossing her voice over her shoulder as she moved, "My thanks for welcoming the rat, Elsa, go play with your beautiful boy. Gods know that's preferable to wrangling strangers." Pausing in her steps, the dove twisted around to pin Gaal beneath a single coral eye, "I'm off for a nap myself and I'd be loath to let you wander about and terrorize my people. You're not quite welcome, but you'd be tolerated in my quarters."

And with that, she was off.