It surprised Couth when an image of Akaith flashed n her mind's eye only moments after Mirage's summoning call. A flash of golden, coiling scales and a dusky cloud of smoke preceding a plume of flames. So Akaith was reaching out to them as well- she was amazed that the dragon could call out and reach the minds of others. From Akaith she felt pulled toward the exact location of the meeting and she knew what it looked like before she landed carefully, quietly and gracefully. She drew forward to join the group, looking around to see who Mirage had invited to join the Qian.

Twins- they had to be. They had the same looks as Mirage, though more masculine. Like Mirage they had feathering about their legs, and a high poll. They were equal in height and build and the black of their hide, though their markings- the crimson on their legs and the white of their face- made it quite easily to tell that they were twins, but not quite identical. They stood as though on guard, and Couth at once found them likeable. Not too far away was a mare and a miniature version of herself, both winged and with a demure look about them.

She was quite taken by the looks of another pegasus nearby, with a pelt the shade of a hot and copper sky, with draconic wings like the ones she sported and a look that was definitely unique. His eyes were sharp and feline, but there was a mildness about his lips which proclaimed no demon. He was a remarkable stud, but Couth was quick to notice the way he watched Mirage, how he lingered near her but not too close. She told herself to put her attraction to the stud on halt until she knew whether he and Mirage were an item.

Lingering close by Mirage's side was a beautiful Unicorn filly, whose dark pelt had a metallic sheen- a slightly silverish tint to it. She looked a bit skittish- possibly a bit nervous about being surrounded by strangers, though she obviously felt comfortable with Mirage. Had she not chosen to stand by the Weyrleader, Couth might have stepped forward to offer her courage. Also with the group was another stallion, one whose pelt was awash with large patches of cornsilk and gold, who also was accompanied by a dragon, one of earthy hues. Her eyes lingered on the companion for a moment and if he chanced a look in her direction, he would have been greeted with a respectful bow of her head; for the mare knew to respect and revere the companions of others, especially those of such a high order. The only other present that Couth could see was another beautiful mare, silky black in colour with a beautiful crescent-shaped marking atop her haunches and a silky flaxen mane and tail. In a group with all the others present, Couth felt very aware that all present were those who had distinguished, elegant or unique looks. They were quite a handsome crew.

She made her way first toward the Weyrleader, ears tilting back and head lowered, making chewing motions with her mouth as horse will do when greeting one they respect. She lifted her head to reach forward and rub her nose gently against Mirage's neck, whickering in a low, rumbling tone which was meant to greet both the Weyrleader and her dragon companion. Once she had greeted Mirage she stepped back and flicked her ears forward, waiting for others to arrive- if there were others- or for the meeting to begin.