The frosty mare wondered around the Edge, haunted eyes surveying the landscape. A few hours ago, her cursed brother had briefly met her to pass on information that her King was interested in her presence. At the time Seiren had laughed at d'Artagnan, playing the King's lackey suited him. And she made sure she told him just that. After he had left with a flea in his ear, Seiren had wondered along the edge of the cliffs. A place for thought.

Seiren hadn't come into contact with her King a lot. The mare had never really passed words with him yet she owed his majesty her allegiance. The shady mare, usually a law unto herself, admitted her King had a presence about him. Especially to tame d'Artagnan so. Finally the little mare plucked up enough intrigue to walk into the forest. Her cloven hooves took her a little way in before coming to a halt. She raised her dished face to the air and let out an eerie shout to her King. Her vocals echoed across the land, Seiren stood and awaited his presence.

The deep call from her king reached her petite lobes and she waited rather curiously. Unlike d'Artagnan, Seiren hadn't gotten to know her king all that well. She knew Psyche and Cineviam, but that about came to the end of it. The small mare never felt the need to confide in someone, her life was always a nomadic one. Being part of a herd again was strange, having to report things for example. Information. Things she stored away in the depths of her mind to be brought upon should she ever need it. Her memory was well trained but rarely called upon, and so in telling Mauja her 'information' was a strange and interesting notion. Also, as being newly appointed warrior, Seiren felt she had a duty to get to know the person she was mainly protecting. He certainly looked the part but did he fit the part? His chilly demeanour impressed the callous warrior. She would reserve judgement till after.

His majesty came into view, the tell tale white coat flashing forwards with his large presence that dwarfed the 15hh's of Seiren. She knew her brother always disapproved of her height. He disapproved of everything. Too much like their father, she wondered if they'd have to leash him one day. Her mood significantly brightened at the thought. Delicate features regarded her King then as she returned his bold greeting, her soft maw touched his. The blackness of her horn clashing with his blue. The Frostheart hmmm? She thought briefly of how apt his name was. The question came, short and to the point "King Mauja the Frostheart.... Indeed, I have information on the foothills you may like to hear. To me its not much use, but my dearest brother was worrying his pretty little head over it." Her vocals were smooth, hushed and not something you'd want to hear on patrol alone at night. The mare never hid her contempt for the Doctor, she didn't see the point.

Obsidian eyes narrowed then as she recalled the other reasoning behind requesting her King. The fact that she plainly new nothing about him. It was all well and good being a warrior, but you tended to hit the frontlines first. She wanted to know just who was going to be issuing that order. "Also... To be on good terms on the stallion who is my ruler. Forgive any abruptness on my part, herd life is not something I'm used to" she admitted freely. Might as well have an excuse for insulting people, accident or not.

The sly vixen had the impression that her King approved of her, much to her satisfaction. It was building up the foundations that she would base her judgement on, and this was a good start. Seiren knew that to be on good terms with Mauja meant that she had a possible ally in the future, should she ever need it. Dipping her head once more in response to his greeting, she took another gaze at his bold figure. Standing in front of her was certainly a creature embracing his royalty, his authority. His persona also seemed to emit this, almost. However, now was not the time for messing about with her opinion of her superior, the mare quickly shook herself inside harshly and continued her task. The route of business within her mind was still very fresh, and this gave her a slight dilemma as to how to send the information to Mauja. The icy king was not going to stand around whilst she wondered, so Seiren thought it best to get straight to the point. Perhaps even set me in his good books further, she thought coldly; anything to get back at her wretched brother was worth it.

At the mention of her brother, a small sinister small tainted her velveteens and her obsidian pools frosted over. No matter who it was, even if d'Art was a high flyer with the King, she was not going to show any unnecessary fondness towards him when she knew full well she had none. Re-collecting her earlier thoughts, she wondered about how alike he was to their father, the animosity building up within her. The crooked smile on Mauja's face was enough to refrain Seiren from continuing to drown in her thoughts. He held a sense of bliss about him, and this made her feel a little more comfortable around him. But it did nothing to keep her guard about her and remaining on duty.

Stature proud yet respectful, she replied to his question about her brother,
"Fond is hardly a word I would use to describe my feelings for him. Actually, no positive words can be used..." A discrete cruel smile escaped her, her calm demeanor embracing the alabaster brute's gaze.

The way that the mammoth steed had retorted to her words of wanting to stay in his good books made her curious. Hard to offend you? Hmmm. Should she feel ashamed that it would make her almost feel triumphant to offend him? Everybody has a weak point, and it didn't take long to push buttons and send them off into a frenzy. Her mind calculated as she sighed deeply at the thoughts. But washing over her was the common sense to not even try. Her superior was proud and alluring - picking fights or getting into awkward situations was not wise. You bloody fool. The desire to get to know him became increasingly difficult to hide.

The sly vixen turned her attention to the matter at hand with such a ferociousness that all the information she had gathered was ready to burst out of its cage. Seiren began dishing out the information that was necessary with her clear tones, slightly tainted with her sarcastic approach to everything, but nevertheless it did not waver the importance of her message. "Mauja, my King, it has come to my attention that the Foothills are hiding some wretched equine creature that possesses the power to construct walls and other objects that they see fit. I'm afraid I never managed to get his name though, that was a bit more difficult to prize out of them." She then turned her rump slightly to face him squarely, still her stature resembled it's former shape, and in disgusted tone she added, "The Foothills excepts all species, including unicorns such as ourselves..." Traitors. Traitors to their own kind, she thought with a bitter animosity towards them. How dare they defy their superior grace and covert with the lesser races? She paced her temper and it died down quickly enough for the cruel clouded vixen to finish with, "I also am inclined to tell you that any attack we would make on that godforsaken herd would be difficult going the way that I have left their territory. It would not be wise to try to pass the narrow rocks, not if you wish for fit and healthy warriors, your majesty." She pulled herself up after she told Mauja all that she knew of the Foothills. Seiren waited patiently for the verdict from her monochrome King, pools gazing gracefully onto his muscular presence.

The alabaster brute did not reply to her words of the Doctor. But the ashen duchess shrugged this off; no one would understand the hatred that she bore for her wretched brother other than herself. His ways were something that her devious nature would soon crush, as well as his bones. The thought of his bones crunching under the weight of her attack on his red body pleased her. One day, I shall get you, d'Art...

She pulled herself to attention of the other matters. Though perhaps the all-seeing, all-knowing leader that Mauja was most likely had already known about the information she gave, she did not care. The cruel femme was not going to dwell on such things and still felt obliged to be rather proud of the work she had carried out. It was something that she was honoured to do under the watchful ice pools of her King, and even though the heartless vixen was not one to warm to many, she was beginning to warm to this one. The monochrome brute stepped forward and she felt the warmth of his breath trickle across her frosted pelt. The heat almost made her shiver, but she remained a frozen statue whilst he uttered his thanks to her. The kindness that shone in his pools shocked Seiren rather a bit - never had she thought that her cold embrace towards pretty much everybody would be looked upon and thought positively of. But then again, she guessed that even Mauja appreciated the support of his warriors, for they were key in his plans.

He beckoned for her to walk with him, and she immediately accepted. With a flick of her pale tail silks, she stepped in line with him. "Of course, Mauja."