The raven maiden found herself content to know that her presence brought the pale femme happiness, it was all she longed to do to those she considered friends and kin; extended family who dwelt under her metaphoric wing of the Qian. Now she supposed she had a nephew too – though she was loathed to ever associate being a ‘relative’ to that venomous serpent Viserys. However, she quelled her anger and simply focussed upon the present, for it was the Gift of Life they were celebrating today, certainly something to smile about, not have heated discussions over the incorrectness of it all. The young rambunctious actions of the colt in response to her touch of him brought a welcome curve to her lips.

The arrival of another triggered an immediate reaction in the raven mare who had claimed to protect those of her kin. Smoothly she bodice interjected between herself and the tired, no-longer-pregnant Daenerys, but her actions were not defensive nor unwelcoming, merely precautionary – if this newcomer wanted to be a threat, then let her be a threat to Mirage first. But the words that spouted from the buckskin’s maw were complimentary, and not directed precisely at the ebonite one, so she tilted her tiara curiously to emphasise the query Daenerys then posed to her, her golden eyes posing the silent question at the same time; that Daenerys had already spoken the question Mirage was going to ask, she held her tongue for now.

Familiar footsteps brought yet another trill from Akaith, whose attention had been momentarily pointed at the buckskin mistress, and the golden one rubbed her cheekbone against Vikram’s proffered maw, just as Mirage subtly leaned into his touch but otherwise showed no inclination of returning it – that she didn’t lean away from it was acceptance enough, she knew he would understand. The quiet, shy arrival of Kiara allowed the mare to soften her gaze slightly, the stony façade of indifference that had arisen upon the arrival of Ailith taking on a fond curve as she looked between the young mares, Kiara and Daenerys; they were of similar age and honestly the older mare did hope they would become friends, and not just because they were both of the Qian, though that would certainly be a valid reason to begin a friendship.

She nickered a return song to the roan belle, though it was brief, for her attention was still upon the newcomer, still assessing just what she longed to gain from arriving at the birth of a complete stranger. Mirage had done similar before, only she had friends there, and had extended her own metaphorical hand of friendship out to make new friends – perhaps that was all this Ailith intended on doing; but then again, perhaps not.
“He will be given ample opportunity to grow into his strength under the protection of the Qian.” Her words were spoken as a promise to Daenerys, and to Ahriman himself. The titanic size of Vikram added comfort to the security the WeyrLeader felt was necessary at such a potentially vulnerable event, and so she allowed herself to ease a hindleg upon its toe, a small act of acceptance to this unknown one, should she prove to be friendly company.