The dragon chortled happily as her name dropped from the lips of her friend, aerial acrobatics becoming more complicated as the excitement and happiness of the moment only grew. With a light, graceful move, the golden queen made to land atop the charred rump of the lass, her own scaly tail dangling over the edge of her muscular croup to mingle with the stock of pale, silken strands that was Aylin's tail. As her bonded came nearer and embraced the young femme, Akaith brushed her paws gently against the muzzle of Mirage, which was closer to her now as it reached over the youth's back.

Angelic, musical laughter rose harmonically from the dark femme, reassuring and playful, as with a soft lipping motion, a sweet caress, the Leader replied with her warm, accented tones. "And I have missed you, Aylin. More than you can imagine." Though she suspected the young mare did have an idea of the pain her separation had caused, for the nervous, excited way in which Aylin quaked was so similar to the feelings of relief and happiness that danced their way about Mirage's heart. As their embrace ended, and neither of them disappeared, the Leader thanked her lucky stars - she has truly returned! - ecstatic was an understatement of the joy it brought her.

Cherubic tones danced forth once more in the form of laughter, as the mare returned her young friend's greeting, reaching out to give another nudge, a breath of warm air against her forelock. "Hi indeed." With a playful, energetic toss of her tiara, the mare danced a few steps away from her, inviting the youth closer into her home. With a devious glint to her eye, she draped the cloak of her magic about her, only for a handful of strides, before resuming her solid form once again - she may have looked like a dream, so ethereal with her magic cloaking her, but that should have been more proof than anything else that she was indeed, real.

"Welcome to the World's Edge, Aylin." Once again the smooth, honey-warm, accented tones spoke, this time with a deeper pride, a hint of tales untold, a promise to reveal all if only the youth would step forth and accept her silent offer to be welcomed here, to never leave - to stay and be by Mirage's side, always and forever. Nape arched, her crest holding her soft, silken mane in a beautiful arc so that the salty sea air could tease and dance amongst it, the golden tattoo gleaming from its hiding place beneath the strands. A smile, true and packed full of meaning, curved the lips of the fair maiden, who stood, every inch of her posture inviting her friend closer, ready to show her the home she had earned.