They carry on, and she becomes lost in the easy-going flow of friendly conversation. Ilma leads the way through the craggy landscape and Breckin notes the odd intermingling of ruggedness and tenderness of the terra. For every hard sculpted, wind battered rock they pass by, there is a delicate blossom finding purchase in the unyielding soil. The contrast of it all is overwhelming, yet the raw beauty is undeniable. Quietly she wonders if the rest of the residents follow the same suit of their homeland.
The white mare speaks of her queen then, and her attention draws back to the conversation at hand. Should you meet her it's likely she would not tell you she is queen. How curious a thing to say. “She wouldn’t? Why is that?” She cannot help but let her curiosity stake its claim on the topic. It seems rather a strange thing to the leopard mare, to not disclose yourself as royalty upon first meeting someone. After all, a title holds power and power is important to a reign. Though truly it is not everything. She is intrigued, and the pale woman decides to make it a point to meet Queen Solace in the future.
Approaching the crystal waters, and scanning the distance, she goes quiet in silent admiration of the centerpiece of Hyaline. A liquid gem in a crown of rubble and slag, the lake sits in the valley of looming peaks. “It’s stunning,” says quietly, though stunning was for lack of a better word.
And it’s there that she turns to her newest friend, as a new appreciation of Hyaline dawning brightly in her dark eyes, “Thank you for showing me your home, Ilma. I think I’ve taken up enough of your time today, so I will make my way out. I believe I may be calling Nerine home someday, so if you’re ever north and feel like finding a friend, seek me out.” Softly she smiles at the white pegasus, her nose bumping gently into her colorless shoulder.
@[Ilma]