Even Oizys, her oldest remaining daughter, is being cold towards her, likely because Nyx scolded her for her outburst in the meeting. The hybrid filly has made no attempt to meet with her new siblings, and she seems to spend much of her time away from the herd's boundaries. The silver understands; it must be hard for the girl to live her mother's lie, to the extent that she seems to have started believing it. Hadn't she pretty much told the entire herd at the meeting that Nyx wasn't her mother? It is a sad state of affairs, and even more reason for the silver to try and keep her newest offspring as safe and well-raised as possible.

Like any mother, though, she needs some time away from her offspring, time to herself where she can simply graze and sleep, or chat with Dominus. As dawn heralds another new day, she has left the white lion to watch over her softly sleeping twins whilst she wanders away to eat her fill of grass before the summer sun rises and scorches everything in its path once again. She does not want company, but quite by chance her path brings her towards a filly she has not seen before. The pearly-white girl has both horns and wings, and Nyx does not recognise her - she appears to be one of the rare few who was not at the meeting.

Perhaps that means that the ironheart can indulge her need for social interaction with this one, with this youngster who, hopefully, has no idea of the General's crimes. Nyx approaches, tail swishing idly to bat away the early-rising flies who try to devour her flesh. "Hello," she says, her ears pointed forwards in a friendly manner. "I don't believe we've met. Are you new to the herd?"

The youngster adds that she's a friend of her daughter's, and the mare's ears prick with interest. "Oh? Which daughter?" Somehow she cannot see Oizys making a friend, and Enyo has been nowhere to be seen over the last few months. That leaves d'Arcy and Esinakh, and the latter is probably too young to have made any real friends yet. The filly introduces herself as Erthë, and dips her head in a rather formal greeting that nonetheless falls on welcome eyes in Nyx. A bit of respect goes a long way - the distinct lack of it during the meeting had pained her. Of course, Nyx herself was the main culprit, but she had been most perturbed by the way her warriors had lined up to argue against her.

Insubordination is what it is, and the battle-hardened General is disgusted by it - her soldiers should know better.

But that is a worry for another day, and at least this girl knows her manners. She shuffles aside to make grazing room, and Nyx gratefully moves to occupy it. Hunger is a constant friend these days, given the amount of milk she must produce to sustain two rambunctious foals. There's a small ghost of pain that flits across her face as Erthë asks how she is, and remarks upon the absence of her children. For a moment, Nyx wonders how much this girl knows about the meeting; she's sure word has spread as quickly as colic given the gossipy nature of their species. "I am as well as can be expected," she says, erring on the side of evasiveness. "d'Arcy and Libertad...nobody worries about their absence more than I do. Were it not for my duties as General, I would leave Helovia to search for them, but alas, I cannot abandon my herd again." Not after her 'father-hunt-mission', otherwise known as her illicit pregnancy.

Somewhat keen to steer the conversation away from these dangerous waters, the silver mare glances across at the filly. "Are you the child of one of the herd mares?"

That's unlikely, though. If the reaction to her in the meeting is anything to go by, mares probably warn their children away from her. They probably even have 'burn the witch' posters and badges.

The filly offers some advice in the form of recommending Nyx stays put, giving an anecdote about her own father. It makes the mare's broodyness pulse to know that this poor kid has lost one of her parents, something she fully understands from the numerous times she's misplaced her father Nato. "That's good advice," she says warmly. "I'm sure your father will find his way back to you. They generally do - I've lost count of the amount of times my father has disappeared on me, only to reappear a year or so later. It's like our thing." She gives a fond smile as she thinks of her beloved sire. To say she's a daddy's girl would be an understatement - when her mother was such a gigantic bitch, it's little wonder she clung like a leech onto her father.

The filly's eyes suddenly sadden, and she reveals that her mother is dead. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." The silver's voice is gentle and genuinely sympathetic as she looks sadly down at the little girl. To have one parent dead and one missing, and so young! "The Edge is a big family, however, and I'm sure you'll be very happy here." Unless you open your mouth during a meeting, she decides not to add.

The girl enquires about becoming a soldier, and Nyx swishes her tail pleasantly as she leans down to nip some more lush grass. "In my opinion, there's no better job," she says. She almost goes misty-eyed as she thinks of battle, and the joy that comes with it. "To give your life to protect your herd and your family...I cannot think of anything I'd rather dedicate myself to." She suddenly turns grave, and looks the girl head on. "But it's not all glamour and glory. The Rift battles showed what is best about being a soldier, protecting Helovia against a foreign threat with the rest of the land at your back, but it's not always like that. There's times when you're fighting alone against an opponent so much better than you, when you're scared and hurt and there's nothing you can do but try not to embarrass yourself. There's times when you don't feel like fighting, but you need to, because it's fight or die. Sometimes it's painful and dirty and messy and shameful, but to me, it's worth every bruise." If only the silver had said something along these lines during the meeting instead of going on the offensive about healers. She might not be hated so much!

"Does fighting interest you?" She tilts her head at the little hybrid.