Soft chirrups played harmony with the call of Mirage, luring the grulla from her grazing. Dark head lifted, directed in part by her own ears and partly by her excited dragon, toward the source. Interested, she swished her tail against her haunches before answering the call by settling forth to find the Weyrleader and those who'd come to her beckoning before the Healer. Before her, his wings occasionally flashing with brighter tones, flew the blue dragon who shared her soul.

At first they lingered beneath the trees, shadows visible at the clearing's outskirts. Dark eyes watched the assemblage, noting the familiar faces and all the unfamiliar ones as well. But reservations could not hold her as mere observer for long, and a drive to be involved drove the Wild Rose into the sun.

She was preceeded by Zaffre, whose now-unguarded and decidedly delighted flight took him the rounds above the heads of the horses. Merry warbles were given in greeting to the other dragons, and he lingered over Akaith and Suli with undisguised interest before extending his own greetings to familiar horses.

Slipping up alongside Paladin, she bumped her muzzle briefly against his shoulder in silent greeting. Her white-edged ears tilted this way and that as she listened to the words being tossed back and forth in the wake of Mirage's pronouncement. It was concern over the Valiant's lack of... something vital in his voice that brought her to his side. Her eyes were curious and worried alike as she glanced up at the black dun.

But the grulla mare was not overly well known for keeping all her opinions to herself. And while she kept her reservations about Paladin to herself, she could not long remain silent about the many questions and almost accusatory language being tossed about.

"While you all have valid concerns and opinions, I believe we can agree to be civil in disagreements? I would assume that Mirage does not intend to make us assist those who would mean harm to the Edge or any of those who live within it, nor to the Throat and its denizens. And we'd all be wise to acknowledge that knowledge and magic, in whatever form they take, can be used for good or for bad, depending on the intent of the user. So it would be up to our discretion to decide if the one asking for help would use what they would gain from us, against us or our allies."

The grulla paused, looking to Mirage as though to confirm her thoughts. She was fairly certain she was getting close to the heart of the situation, for she had noticed in the past a certain similarity in thought processes between them.

"Would it not then be wise to ask in return for our help that what whomever earns from us is not in turn set against us and our allies? To do otherwise would not be... prudent. While we strive for equality, we shouldn't compromise the safety of those we care about for the sake of that ulterior goal. And if in their gratitude those we help should offer more in return... I would imagine such situations should be handled as they come about."

Finally she fell silent, body holding the quiet but sure posture of one who was used to be listened to when imparting her thoughts and knowledge. At last Zaffre came back to join her, settling upon her haunches and sitting poised there, watching the goings-on. The mare's attention was distracted, though, dark eyes flickering to watch the progress of two tall, dark stallions that made their way through the crowd, greeting the various members of their family. Sisters, children, mate. Her gaze lingered on one in particular, trying to catch his gaze. It had been a long time since she'd found herself spilling her life story to Maskan, and she wouldn't mind running into him sometime again.