It seemed that the season for birthing was upon them. The winds hummed with the excitement of new life, dragonsong was thick in the air as hoardes of wild dragon eggs hatched, with mothers viciously protecting them against all that might threaten the existence of their hatchlings. TallSun provided the perfect settings for such births, the newborn lizards thrived in the natural warmth provided by the extended sunlight hours, growing strong enough by the time the seasons turned to colder, harsher conditions, they could survive. Akaith did not keep a brood of her own this year, she had not risen to mate, to be chased by Helovia's fittest and bravest male dragons.

But many others within the homeland of hers had chosen to breed this year, to present the lands with the products of their love, to bring forth fresh life in the Edge, to bring a promise of the ongoing future the herd would have. It pleased Mirage immensely, to see the youth thriving, to see them grow and become their own souls, to find their own places in this world. She hoped to be able to offer them guidance when they required it, protection when they needed it, and opportunity to reach their full potential.

Births within her lands were welcome, for she stalked the lands with her cloak draped across her slender shoulders, slipping between the trees and shadows with ease, the delicate golden dragon dancing upon the breeze alongside her, a fleck of sunlight in the dappled rays that broke through the canopy above. She arrived here today, striding happily towards the new mother and father, dipping her crown to them graciously, allowing the pleasantness of this new life to swallow up the otherwise tense thoughts that tried to pull her attention down dark corridors of complicated friendships, alliances, and wars. She would not sully the birth of this filly with such circumstances.

Instead, she proffered a smile to each of them, a low song from her throat, while Akaith gave her own from above, the gold could not help but celebrate with jubilance the arrival of new young ones. "Welcome." She spoke warmly to the youth, tilting her tiara low so that her golden eyes held the new filly's own gaze. "And to you." It was a wistful expression that crossed her façade as she viewed Romani, knowing without speaking the circumstances upon which she had come to give birth here. Mirage had sanctioned their love before, and that did not change now - especially now.


She maintained a respectful distance, happy to offer her support, but not wanting to intrude upon such an intimate affair. With amusement, she watched over the other equine filly who had arrived too, pleased to see what would hopefully be a friendship much like that which mirage held with her siblings being forged.

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