Her perch near the edge of one of Nerine’s craggy cliff faces is not quite close enough to be considered precarious, and she is staring down at the ground below with a single-minded intensity that she has very rarely exhibited. Sochi, far down below meeting with Scorch and Hestia and the delegates from Hyaline believes that her mother has no idea she is to leave so soon - she wants to leave without saying goodbye. The little grulla mare may allow her daughter the seemings of this independence, but she will watch the exchange from afar and wonder when her filly grew so independent, and who will be guiding her continued growth in Hyaline.
When someone appears out of absolutely no where into the space beside her, Sloene jerks her head that direction and side-steps her haunches away from the other mare, exhaling on a startled snort even as she stops just short of actually stepping over the edge of the cliff. It's calculated - she could have failed to shy away, but that would have been more suspicious. Everything her foster-mothers had taught her was focused on being as normal as she could manage, and as inconspicuous. "You startled me," she accuses in a light, lyrical tone, but without any heat behind it. She turns away from the scene playing out below with great reluctance, and takes in the pretty little pink mare before her through wide, guileless silver eyes. She recognizes the mare from the meeting - Hestia had looked to this mare when she spoke of the spies, though Djinni had seemed to decline the offer. This meeting tells Sloene that all may not be as it seems.
She's not immediately inclined to share any more of her secrets with this near-stranger than she had wanted to speak aloud at the meeting, but the questions the mage asks are innocuous, so she responds after only a moment of hesitation. "I'm from nowhere," she says, glancing to the side to confirm that Sochi is still far below with the others. "I was an orphan, raised in a herd-land by two mares, Nera and Branka. They trained all of us, honing whatever our natural skills were." Training them to use their magics, really, hoping to place them in Kingdoms and then leverage their foster-children later for whatever their long-range plans were. It just happened that Sloene didn't have any special talents, and at first they had been at a loss for what to teach her. The many Kingdom representatives and trainers they brought in overlooked her, focused on her many galaxy-colored Carnage-sired magically-inclined foster-siblings. That was when they realized that her very plainness might be a skill in itself. Another not-really covert glance down at Sochi reveals nothing of interest (what was she expecting? mostly, she just wants to watch when Sochi inevitably departs) and she looks back at Djinni, with an apologetic little smile. "Are you a mother, Djinni?"