The call reverberated through the air, crisp and clear as the wind blowing in from the sea and gentle as the taste of budding flowers beneath a warming sun. It made the ears of a grullo stallion twitch in interest as it reached him, caused the dragon resting on his back to raise her head and reply; a crystalline song of freshly fallen snow, glimmering pearls and the white clouds that drifted across an endless desert burned white beneath the light of the sun.
They had spent the days since the herd meeting in peace and quiet, for the most part. Except for a few trips to stretch the legs and clear the mind, their focus had been upon recovery, of the body and the minds that had been separated for far too long. Once consciousness returned to Fajira thanks to the healing of Torasin, the minds of the horse and the dragon had intertwined. For a few days they had been impossible to deal with, focused on nothing but each other; turned inward they caught up, sharing memories and thoughts, feelings and processed the unnatural separation that had plagued them.
Now, as the feeling of being whole once more slowly began to sink in and feel natural again, they were able to perceive the call of their friends and leaders. Curious the gold-dusted stallion unfolded the legs from beneath the body, heaving himself up from the spot on the cliffs edge where he and Fajira had been laying for the past few hours. Basking beneath the warm sun, enjoying the wind and the song of rolling waves breaking upon rock, they were beginning to feel renewed. It was with a smile and a warm feeling burning within their heart that they began to trot along the tree line, so very content with hearing the voice of the DragonHeart sing throughout the World's Edge once more.
Even without hurrying, neither horse nor dragon spilled any time in following the trail of the song back to the source, slowing from the steady pace only when they emerged before the shadow mare and her golden soul mate. Eyes of liquid honey roamed across the frame of the WeyrLeader, curiosity and inquiry quite easy to detect within the golden depths.
"Mirage, Akaith" he greeted warmly and danced forth to brush his nose against hers, breathing a whiff of sweet affection towards the golden sister. "I thought you would be resting still. You ought to be, after what you've been through. So why are you running around the Edge as if your tail was on fire?" A quick nip was measured towards a dusky ear, half playful and half concerned as the sharp gaze of the Glazier detected the weary look upon her face. The feeling seemed to be shared by his other half, who slipped from his back and into the air, warbling softly in greeting to the inky queen before turning her attention to Akaith, greeting her only to begin gently scolding her for letting her bonded make them worry.
And beneath it all, below the words and gestures and patient masks their curiosity burned like a raging fire, attempting to engulf them and erase all restraint on the tongue to ask questions. Only with great effort did they manage to hold themselves back; they knew Mirage after all. She wasn't one to spill words at any pace other than her own; they'd simply have to wait until she deemed the time ready to reveal why they had been summoned. By the sound of the call, Lace somehow doubted that it was for something as simple as a chat.
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