He spoke, and in his words, there was a wealth of information. Racist siblings - she was intelligent enough to know that he was not speaking of biological siblings, but rather, siblings in the same sense that her own herd were her brethren. The mare had wondered at the exclusivity nature of the unicorns who previously habited the Edge, while she had never wanted to definitively accuse them of racism, here now was confirmation that it was so. The mare had never known racism, at least, she had never felt herself judge another for the horn upon their crown, or wings at their sides, or neither, or both. Her mate was a stallion with dragon blood altering his appearance quite dramatically - perhaps the mare was attracted to the strange, perhaps that was why she was not a racist herself.

It was curious for her to note that this steed did not seem to include himself in the statements he made about his kin, that he held himself apart from them. Did he see, then, that she was not an abomination simply because her sculpted façade lacked the refined edge of a horn growing from her brow? He seemed, almost, apologetic, not entirely sold on the idea of capturing her, torturing her for information or otherwise exacting his revenge. Her words seemed to have affected him, or at least, repeated thoughts he had probably thought up himself already. It was curious, that the one to capture her would be the one unicorn in a horde of many who might understand where she was coming from best of all.

"My life had always been directed by the Moon. It was only right that I should at least attempt to earn the right to call her sovereign lands my own home." Once again her words left little for the imagination to gleam, she gave her reasons, linked them to her past and yet did not reveal anything more than necessary about herself. There were more reasons than that as to why the Edge had become her goal; but that was the most important one, the one that she believed had earned her the right to have audience with the Moon Goddess, to be blessed and sent forth into victory by the pale maiden. There was little point in divulging the details of it all, the politics and trials she had faced in order to feel secure enough in herself to face the formidable force that was the former World's Edge herd.

"You are kind, steed, for even I do not think myself deserving of diplomacy." The mare still did not know his name, and yet still she paid him the small compliment. The statement she gave was the first hint of emotion, as her tones lowered, her voice hushed to almost a whisper, and her eyes sought out the horizon ahead of her. A small sigh expanded her barrel briefly, before her nostrils flared and the air once again joined the atmosphere. It was subtle, but there was perhaps, a flash of regret upon her brow as she considered the lands before her. However, before it could settle for longer than a moment, a breeze stirred her mane and the neutral, guarded façade once again took place. She did not regret her actions, so much as the consequences of them. She had not meant harm; rather the opposite. Collateral damage was an unfortunate side effect, one that she was obviously, still dealing with.

"Akaith, do stop grumbling." It was a soft admonishment, meant for the little queen who continued to hum her displeasure as she sat and observed the primitively hued steed. Normally, she would have soothed the drake with their bond, but having that numbed meant she had to speak her thoughts to the dragon like she would any other creature. With a little huff, the queen paused in her low growls, pointedly keeping an eye on the unicorn, whilst turning her magnificently scaled form about and climbing higher up Mirage's neck.

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