A pause in steps, and the little shadow mare awaits the one whom she is not even sure will arrive. It is then that the golden eyes pierce the mists, and she knows not what compels the magical veils to part and reveal the small clearing they now stand upon. It was as if the pale mare before her was transported by the mists themselves – she wondered even, if that was what had actually happened. Had this enigmatic mare orchestrated the very mists about her? Do they bend and mold themselves to her every whim? With each passing moment, the WeyrLeader found a new question to ask. She longed to know more, to unveil all the secrets of these lands, both for the past, present and the future.

But Mirage had not gotten to where she was by demanding answers, by listening to her every longing thirst for knowledge; the devious little mare knew when to ask questions, and when to simply observe and learn firsthand, for herself. And so, when the Seer arrived and spoke her name, Mirage nodded her tiara, confirming her identity – she could hardly deny it to a seer after all, this pale unicorn probably knew more about Mirage than the dark mare cared to admit to her closest friends.

“Thank you for coming.” Purring tones spoke the words with an honest gratitude, her accent speaking of the leagues of lands she had travelled, of the lands which had birthed her. Though their differences were many, she had an inkling that she and this mare were similar in many ways. Each devoted to the walk of the Moon, each striving to maintain a balance in this tumultuous realm called Helovia. Of course, Mirage could very well be wrong – she knew nothing of this mare, only what was given to her in the last handful of moments – but there was a quiet determination she recognised about Hellena.

“Do you accept my rule?” There was little point in asking after the wellbeing of the mare; she was obviously well enough to be standing here before her. It wasn’t that Mirage did not care, it was more a hope, a faith that Hellena would inform her if something was no right. No, Mirage had asked for the mare’s company ultimately to learn whether or not the Seer would work with her or against her. Ears pricked forward, hoping to capture any hint of a response.