Observations made from afar give insight, knowledge and wisdom without the necessity of interaction; it was my ideal method of learning. Some call me a hermit, others call me naïve, others still would call me foolish, and then there are even some who would call me wise. I am well learned of the ways of the world, many years have my hooves scraped the loam of the earth below, for what seems like eons have my violet eyes absorbed all that is around me, for millennia have my ears clutched to the whispers of the wind. I share my knowledge, with those who ask, those who prove themselves worthy, and able, to handle the consequences of it.

Slowly but surely, one member of this herd is working his way into my trusted view. The leader of the herd is strong, her return was celebrated by the very fibres that make up the trees, the dampness that makes up the mists which seem to be animated of their own will. But those that follow her, that work for the lands, that show their dedication through even the most menial tasks, they too earn the trust of a being who has been here almost as long as the lands themselves; me. With a strange, small, distant smile upon my pewter lips do I approach and greet the stallion with wings that will never lift his body from the ground, the large, dominating chassis of Thor coming into my sights.

Once again, he brings with him a promise, a fresh soul to wander our realm, a new perspective for us to consider. I tilt my tiara majestically to the dark bay steed, before I then turn my naturally inquisitive gaze onto this new mare; this little equine, whose colouration and build was similar to my own, though perhaps slightly more heavily set, paying homage to the elegant Spanish blood in her lines. I was finer, daintier, crafted more like a strong deer than anything equine. My cloven hooves pause in their approach several strides away from the duo, my tiara bowing deep, the long, spiralled horn upon my brow pointing to the ground as I greet them.

Violet, curious eyes rise once again to view what he has brought here, the smile upon my lips fading, but the kindness and softness behind my eyes remaining. "Greetings, and welcome to the World's Edge. I am Hellena." I speak softly, my voice holding a sort of faraway touch, as if it was a whisper overheard on a gentle breeze than spoken by the lithe, gentle creature that stands before them.

A brow arced curiously skywards as the maiden reconfirmed what my eyes and nostrils had already told me; she was indeed a mare, though I wouldn't go so far to call her similar to myself in anything more than gender. I glanced to the stallion who had led her here, a silent question behind my deep, violet eyes, but he seemed accepting of the creature's quirks, and so I rose to the occasion to imitate him. I nodded my agreement to this new mare, I believe my ears grasped her name just before as Thor uttered it, but I was as yet not sure exactly what this mare hoped to achieve within our borders. It was obvious there was a fragility about her - a common trend, I noted to myself, in mares that Thor managed to convince to reside here. Whatever the reason for that trend, however, I suppose there was a quiet pride within my breast growing at the thought that the mists of the lands that I find so soothing and informative could provide the same gentle caresses and comforts to others.

"Indeed you are, madam, and a beautiful one at that." My tones are polite, my voice quiet and subtle, like the mists that trickle across my lands. "Are you here to stay, Miss, Bernadette?" I test the name with a small sense of uncertainty, wondering if they would care to confirm whether I did indeed get its pronunciation correct. With a steady rhythm my leonine tail began swinging from side to side, its tendril covered end hidden in the mists that lingered at my fetlocks, its motion causing ripples in the foggy substance. A habit crafted from eons of standing by and watching, I found the motion often lulled me into a trance so that I might soon read the mists, though that was not my intention here and now, it might provide a small comfort to the tense belle before me; or at least, something else to look at and comment on besides our shared gender.