The Heavenly Fields, aptly named, was a realm to test one's resolve. The climb was something Mirage knew well now, having made it numerous times and having grown fitter for it each time. In the unbearable heat, of course, sweat did coat her hide, dust and dirt gathering from the journey to make patterns of mud streak across the dark coat. With some sadness the little shadow mare noted the damage wrought upon the lands by the will of the Sun God, the scent of burnt timbers bringing tears to her eyes not only from the stinging air, but from hints of emotion daring to leak out of the mistress. It was swiftly forgotten, or squashed out of existence, as the mare refocussed upon the matter at hand.

Akaith rode upon her back today, offering her draconic view on things. Rishima had filled them in on her lessons with the Goddess of the Moon, and Mirage could not help the strange emotions she felt at learning such things. They both grew up the same way, living under the Moon's light, and that Rishima had earned this position of Pupil, Mirage had wondered at it, even, she was reluctant to admit, envied her for it. But it was such a circumstance that Rishima requested her aid, and such unimportant feelings were swept aside for the sheer love and devotion the little shadow felt for her sister. It was a question that Rishima hardly had to voice for Mirage to willingly give her all to the matter.

"The source of the dark." She repeated in her own similarly accented tones, tasting the words, eyes thoughtful, faraway. "Remember what Mother used to say, about the darkness. She always spoke of a balance, of how her and Father were each volatile entities controlled by the balance they found in each other." A nostalgic fondness crimped the edges of her lips in sweet reminiscence. "One cannot exist without the other." Quietly she uttered this sentence, an idea sparking behind her eyes. Akaith took flight, above them, cavorting in the sunlight, but also trying to help illustrate what it was running through the shadowy minx's swift, sharp mind. She knew not if it was of any help, but the idea formed regardless.

"Watch her." Mirage commanded of her sister, though it was a kindly command, more a very persuasive suggestion than anything else. Akaith hovered in the air before them, outlined by the bright blue sky. With a deep inhale, she constructed her firebreath to spew forth hot, bright flames. Not towards the mares, but to the skies, so that the brightness of the fire was outlined even by the brightness of the sky. Snapping her jaw shut, the lingering effects of taking away the flames left a strange darkness burning upon their retinas. "It cannot exist without Light. The source of the Darkness.. Is it in the Light?" Mirage questioned out loud, looking to her sister, looking for guidance like she would when they were young fillies.

Akaith trilled, and flew lower to the ground now, her flight taking her over the lands that had been scorched by the Sun God. "Look at the ground Rishima… that damage was caused by the Sun God's flames, their bright light burning everything in it's path… but it leaves behind, Dark." Breaths were shallower, quicker, Mirage sorely hoped she had aided her sister in getting closer to the answer. "Even shadows need Light to exist, without the light there would be nothing to cast the shadow.." Mirage longed to know now, now not only so that she could aid her sister, but also so that she might learn, might gleam something from this mysterious, and wonderful Goddess.