Quietly, patiently, she waited. Waited for first impressions to be made on her initial appearance, then re-evaluated when she did naught but sit and watch them. Watched and considered. They were similar, these dark colored mares. Not exact, no. There was differences in build, in coloration, but certain aspects about the way they behaved spoke to her of kin. And she of all others would know about being kin with those who were drastically different in appearance.

The air was charged here, filled with energies that spoke of emotions suppressed. Emotions that simmered until they boiled over. Which explained greatly of the discombobulated state of the one marked with white.

"Indeed," she murmured in response to the distraught one's words. Her head tilted slightly as she watched the other, the one who seemed most likely to behave unpredictably. "Hail, Ssshadow-sssissterrsss." Beak gaping slightly in an avian grin, she flicked her tail briefly. Being called a creature of winter amused her immensely. Granted, this was incredibly accurate considering her build and coloration, not to mention the aura of cold that was forever wrapped around her. But she'd always considered herself one of sea and sky and snow. Not winter. And these two... what else could she refer to them as but shadows?

"Yourr prresssence botherrsss me lesss than yourr thoughtss and feelingsss botherr you." An ear tuft flickered as she paused, allowing her way of speaking to settle on their ears and be understood. "It isss not healthy to keep it all inssside. Helpsss to vent what isss bad forr mind and sssoul just like one ventsss what isss bad forr the body." It was a simple wisdom, passed from sire and dam to offspring and forever down the line. And there was a look in her eyes that suggested that secretly she thought it foolish to do otherwise. "Harrd to watch out forr onesss morre interresssted in blood than converrsssation when one'sss attention isss inssside."

At which point she stretched lazily and lay down upon the ground, forelimbs crossed and held close to her body so that fluffed feathers covered them. "Lucky I keep the blood-thirrsssty onesss away frrom wherre you horrsssesss tend to gatherr. Did the sssame in Isssilme when I lived therre. Stupid norrthenerrsss did not learrn to avoid the onesss whossse magic could give them a bad day." Mildly she regarded them, gaze drifting from one to the other. It mattered not to her than these two were likely much, much older than she was. It was, in her experience, irrelevant as to whether or not one had garnered wisdom from the experiences of those who came before. And besides, the horses battled more often than her kin did. Wisdom couldn't be passed on when the young and old alike died like mayflies.