The mists that shrouded the land of World's Edge had gradually begun to grow thicker, as if they were attempting to shield the drowsy pair of beasts from the droplets of rain that now pierced their cloudy veil. A slim head turned at the sound of the grey vixen's voice, which sounded as if it were full of joy and dripping with wisdom. The young mustang immediately felt as if she were in her mother's embrace; that nothing would be able to harm her, and that the world would begin to make sense. Ashen ears flicker in apprehension at the invitation to pester each mythical creature with questions and inquiries, but the fae's timid nature had begun to out-do her once again.

Momentarily lost for words, Sulwyn managed to blurt out a hardly decipherable "Good morning, Hellena" before nipping at her sun-marked flank in annoyance. She had only been conscious for a handful of minutes at the very most, wasting much of her first day in her new herdlands, and she had already managed to make a fool of herself. A disapproved snort blasted from her striped nose as the grulla swung her head back to face her welcoming committee, her sterling forelock falling over one weary eye.

"Ah, yes, Lady Hellena, my curiosity..." The uneasy fae licked her lips nervously, unsure of what she should be inquiring about after such a blunder had managed to put her in such a nerve-wracking position. All of her charm and confidence from the day before was long gone, replaced by her usual timid and apprehensive demeanor. "Well, for starters, I guess you could lend me your knowledge of the vast territory that we now converse in. How did the Edge come to be? And, if you are a seer, and Thor a nurse, then what other classes are there?"

Ignorant to the presence of the silent shadow just behind her, the silver mare pricked her ears towards the horned fae with interest. She spoke of how a Goddess had molded the steep cliffs that held up the Edge, and how the scattered woods and the dense shrouds of mist were also created by such an astounding individual. It amazed her to hear of such awe-inspiring feats, and she was more than surprised to realize that she was not doubting a single word. She wasn't a very religious subject herself, but she believed that some higher being had to have constructed the earth and then filled it with a vast array of creatures, all unique in their own way. The little sun that marked her hide was proof of that.

Glancing over to Thor, who was as silent as the curtains of mist surrounding them, Sulwyn noticed that he was casting his own chocolate gaze behind her. A harsh breeze whipped at her ashen locks as she turned her head to look at the brute behind her. For a moment the grulla didn't know what to do; her eyes widened in shock at her own unawareness -- had she really been so absorbed in Hellena's story of the Edge's origin? -- and her legs went stock-still. A few moments passed before the wise elder mare began to speak again, informing Sulwyn of the various classes that made up the system of the Edge, and introducing Ink to her in the process.

It was his line of work that sparked interest in the mare almost as soon as Hellena's melodic words reached her ears. Wraiths sounded to be one of the only classes that did not involve blood or gore, and it certainly didn't sound as exhausting or time consuming as becoming an advocate. Maybe she could abstain from blood shed or the gruesome affair of healing while still aiding her herd in a much less violent manner.

"Thank you for enlightening me, Hellena. Your wisdom is much appreciated." Sulwyn gave the dappled beauty a grateful smile, genuinely thankful of her presence here. Turning herself around with a few fluid steps, the mustang tossed her head out to the inky stallion in a friendly gesture, inquiring, "Would you care to explain to me what it is that you do? A few of the ranks have caught my attention, but I'd have to say that your own specialization has made me rather curious." <./font>

The little mare found that she was glad to have heard Thor's own input on the manner, reassured now that he was not going to remain a silent bystander but instead take up the role of a translator. The shadowy stallion she had come to know as Ink had left a dark liquid all over the luscious field, explaining to the young femme what it was that he did in his own inky way. Wonder and amazement filled her bodice as she focused her gaze on the spectre, her golden orbs beginning to fill with inspiration as she learned of this important position. Already the silver mare was thinking about what she would be capable of; she could keep the members of her herd safe by way of spying and keeping silent -- two things that Sulwyn was sure that she could do -- and she didn't have to purposefully shed the blood of another. Although one has to assume that you must be able to defend yourself. That, at least, I can handle.

The sound of Thor's booming voice stopped the grulla from making her decision aloud, and she listened carefully to his words as she patiently waited to speak. Sulwyn could not remember asking about their herd's intentions, or that of any other herds -- at least, not since waking -- but she was grateful to hear of these events as well. She had not had the chance to meet with the Dragonheart, so hearing of her history with the Edge was welcome information to Sulwyn's smoke-dusted ears.

"Thank you very much, all of you. I can't say just how many times you have all had to relay this information to other newcomers, but I assume that that number is great." A small smile curled the mare's alabaster lips. "I had no idea that the herd I had joined was called the Qian. Thank you again for allowing me to understand this, Thor." Sulwyn turned her head to the black creature beside her, reaching out with a tentative touch to his shoulder. It was a friendly manner, and she thought that it would be fitting for what she was to say next; that is, if the spectre would accept her as his new rankmate.

"Sometimes it is hard to get one's point across to a crowd, and other times it is hard to get that point across to just a small gathering of friends. This may be harder for some than it is for others, and I admire your capacity to fill me with amazement as well as turn your voiceless words into images. What you have is a gift, Ink, and I would like to express my deepest thanks for sharing that with me."

"I do, however, have an answer to your question, dearest Thor." Sulwyn still couldn't get over the easiness that she felt when addressing her friend, occasionally letting out a term of endearment that sent the mare into a state of timidness. It was just the aura that the pegasus gave off; it made her peel back her protective outer shell and reveal her innocent soul within it. One day she would have to return the favor, although she was not entirely sure how that was done.

Letting those thoughts slip aside and gathering herself for another bout of speech, Sulwyn affirmed, "Ink's own rank intrigues me greatly, and I have a deep desire to benefit our herd -- the Qian -- in whatever way possible. It seems to be one of the most influential roles and also one of the least violent, so I am more than happy to be presented with an option quite like this one. I think that becoming a wraith would be in my best interest and, if you or another of your members will have me, I would very much like to work alongside you, Ink."

Almost as if it had been waiting for the grulla mare to finish, the dark clouds above the group that had gathered here split open, allowing for a downpour of rain to fall upon the backs of each horse present. Although it was only a bout of light rainfall at the moment, it would soon turn into a steady rush of rain, and the booms of thunder and clashes of lightning were drawing ever closer.


{OOC: Hope it's all right to let the rain come down on them like this. I just thought that it had been suppressed for long enough. x3}