Onni bids her mother a farewell, falling in behind the group of leaders. Naturally, the tobiano felt a bit out of place in such a splendorous company. She felt much like a filly again, in the presence of adults - to be seen and not particularly heard. The whole trip had been made in relative silence, but Onni's mind was racing. While the leaders of the Foothills handled themselves with quiet dignity, it did not seem to touch the icy calm of Mauja, who had faced a rather brutal, unspoken assualt from her mother without so much as a grimace. To be honest, she found this quite fascinating.

Most who went toe-to-toe with Kri did not walk away so unruffled.

The healer was not entirely sure why her mother or Gossamer were so keen to act as though Mauja was a common criminal, but she did not believe it was her place to ask. Instead, just before reaching the Veins, Onni sidled up next to Mauja, after a short jaunty trot forward. She turned a calm expression toward him, blue eyes kind. "I am sorry for my mother's behavior," she says to him, the King of the Edge. "She is not usually so unpleasant." Well, not in the presence of mares - stallions were a bit of a different story. Still, the silver bay had seemed especially peeved at Mauja's appearance.

"Something about you must disturb her."

The words were spoken with a light voice, and not intended to be insulting. However, in review of her speech, Onni's eyes widen slightly and drop to the ground as she realizes how they can be construed. "Not that you're disturbing or anything." Mauja's eyes had appeared to have glazed over during the fall of the night, and the tobiano relaxed.

The icy unicorn breaks away from the group toward the shrine of the moon, once they had scaled the rest of the way. Onni watches him curiously as ice spikes rise from the ground and topple by the shrine. An intriguing magic, but one not born of the Moon. The pegasus finds this curious indeed. Stepping out toward the shrine of the Sun God, Onni tilts a pale face downward in respect, her blonde hair reaching out with a gust of wind, redirected by her, to touch the smooth surface of the rock. "Thank you for the light," she whispers, perhaps the only of her company thankful to the Sun God.

She then makes her way back toward Mauja, falling in beside him once more to await the presence of the Gods. Hopefully they would hear their prayers.
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