It was always intriguing for the little shadow mare to observe how others reacted to the illusionary cloak she pulled over herself, how they perceived her as she embraced her namesake. It was not often that she came across one who would shut their eyes against the sight, to turn away - normally they reacted with increased interest, and attempt to glimpse her shimmering form, as impossible as it was. There was a small frown of pain upon the other mare's brow, and Mirage almost felt bad for being the cause of it - but she was too busy being intrigued by the chocolate femme to linger long on other emotions.

The words she spoke caused the WeyrLeader to quirk a single brow up, displaying the renewed interest she felt towards this puzzling mare. Tamira became distracted, it would seem, by Akaith's aerial antics, at that moment. The Leader used the distraction to restore a passive, indifferent façade over her chiselled features, as she considered the full implications of the plea the cocoa maiden made. The alliance between the Throat and the Edge was strong, concrete; Mirage did not long to create tension from seemingly poaching members - and yet, it was not she personally who had drawn Tamira here, she had not gone to their borders purposefully turning members away from the Throat.. What could it be that made this mare want to turn her back on a land that had offered her a safe, comfortable abode to rest in? What did the Edge offer her that was greater? If she could turn her back on her home, could she do the same to the Edge?

"What lies in your heart, Tamira?" It was a heavy question, weighed down with multiple meanings and angles. Mirage's eyes stared deeply into the silver dapple's own, seeking all of the answers, the knowledge, the mysteries of this mare who pleaded so hopefully for acceptance. No matter the outcome of this interaction, Mirage would be making a swift visit to the borders of the Throat, where she would hopefully find her own friend and ally, Kri, and discuss matters that affected both herds, including but certainly not limited to this particular situation. The Leader waited, patiently, as Akaith continued tumbling upon the salty breeze over the sheer drop of the Edge.