Solace
. . .
Searching and wary, the young mare's coffee eyes find Solace, and the pegasus halts. Solace was no stranger to the danger which could face a mare traveling alone - dangers which were only magnified by the magic which ran rampant in the blood of Beqanna's residents. The gold and cream mare is content to remain outside of the stranger's personal space as she responds to Solace's questions.
"Solace..." she fills in neatly at the end of the other's sentence, "Caretaker of Hyaline."
But she suspects that Caretaker nor Hyaline will mean much if anything to the iron painted mare and she continues without a pause.
"Way in the distance there, those mountains," she looks west as she speaks, where the mountains of her kingdom are visible as a smudge on the horizon line. "We are a small but loyal band, and we offer our home as a sanctuary for any who may ever need it... as long as they do no harm." A pause settles over her as her crystalline gaze lingers on the faint outline of her home, where at this very moment her children, lover, brother, and friends exist without her.
The pause is not so great as to become awkward, and the young queen returns her steady gaze to her new acquaintance. "And what should I call you?"
She nearly asks another question, but holds off, unwilling to run the risk of being seen as rude or prying. Instead she waits, relaxing into one hip as the feathers of her wings rustle in the breeze by her sides.