Disappointment was clear within the mare – she had longed to face the wretched lion Ra in battle, and wipe the stupid, smug crown from his cranium, and see him writhe in pain from her dragon’s fire. It was rare for the mare to feel these things, such bloodlust and battle-thirst were characteristics akin to her brothers way of life, not hers. As it was, the invasion was won, with Ra missing or (hopefully) dead, Mirage and her band had succeeded in aiding the plight of the pegasi. She trusted Kri, having met the mare previously, before Helovia even, and maintained a cool sense of understanding and alliance between them. They were similar in their natures, both took time to trust others completely, both held a yearning for greater things. Mirage hadn’t helped the mare just because she hoped to receive aid in return, she had helped her because of that small tie of friendship, one that spoke across species and time. That Mirage in turn, received help from her siblings and Torasin was a bonus. It almost amused her that the invasion was met with no resistance in such a way that they were now walking with ease across the lands Mirage had once charged into to defend her beloved friend, Torasin.

The open spaces and golden grasses would suit the winged ones, she mused, just as a land with tall trees and many shadows would suit her. No, Mirage was not interested in accepting Kri’s offer of refuge permanently, however she would certainly stay familiar with the lands and encouraged her friends to do the same. Watching various winged beings roam the land, the shadow lady cloaked her bodice with her illusion, the shimmering golden marking upon her nape sometimes causing an odd glint to appear every now and then as her cloak danced about her like an actual mirage might. Akaith floated lazily on the breeze, easily scooping the warm air rising from the plains in her leathery wings, keeping track of her bonded’s progress through the mental link that bound their hearts and souls into one. The golden queen flew on ahead however, when she spied the memorable golden hide of their friend Torasin, and sent a trill forward to the brown that rested upon his back. The obsidian minx was not far behind, her pace increasing. As she neared them, her cloak dripped away from her, and the elegant mare made her entrance with a sweeping nod to the Resolute mare, and a gentle nudge to the golden stallion as she stood by his side.

“My congratulations, Resolute one, to you and your kin, on your victory here. May the lands prosper beneath your mighty wings.” Accented tones made for a colourful harmony, her musical voice speaking honestly to her winged friend. She observed the other faces present, storing them away for future reference, and hoped to instil a familiarity with them, one that would carry all allies though whatever the future may hold. The golden queen had landed upon her back now, still chirruping quietly to the brown dragon Kiba. "My name is Mirage, I am Weyrleader of the Qian, those who aided you in securing these lands." She introduced herself formally to any whose ears were pointed in the right direction. A small smile upon her façade, she eased her weight onto a hind and hitched the other foot up onto its toe; relaxed.