Nyxa
Hyaline - her birth home.
It’s funny that Ilma should mention the word History; Nyxa could easily say hers began here.
Would the pale, winged mare opposite her care to hear that version, though? Can Nyxa really spin the past of this place, the same way her mother, or aunt Jah would? Her smile of reassurance is warm when it settles over her mouth, but inwardly Nyx feels that the justice of this Kingdom's tale was best kept to the facts. “Call it magic, what-have-you, but yes. I can.” The visitor chuckles, faintly.
Perhaps most would keep their abilities hidden, but as she’d said earlier: she came in full neutrality. Besides, how much of a threat could her gift of gab be? (“The mackerel can be rather feisty …” She muses inwardly.) “Would it be too much to ask for a brief swim?” Nyxa asks, tilting her chin slightly, “Feel free to escort me, and I’ll answer any questions you might have to the best of my knowledge.” She tempts.
In the moment preceding the Hyaline inhabitants response, Nyxa is reminded of a brief visit from the once-king Amet’s soon-to-be successor … Solace, was it? She’d literally been a wolf, back then, and that mare was all legs from such a perspective, but still ... So much time had passed and still, she felt compelled to ask anyways: “Do you know of a mare named Solace, perhaps? Pale gold and white?”
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Ilma]