Unfortunately, taking this new trail hadn’t quite given her what she had hoped for.

The white mare - as it was simply the easiest way to describe a cremello mare who had, with a few years of age, only whitened some more due to her father’s greying genes - longed for her smaller siblings. She had left only because she’d thought she would return, quite easily even, not because she had wanted to leave the little Aamu behind, or their brothers for that matter. Although her young sister was entering her second year, still she remained the little sister.

Ilma woke, blinking against the sun and a little surprised by the sea breeze that came to her. She ruffled fur and feather, and tried to locate other scents. Following the one that seemed to lead to fresh, or fresh enough, grass, she made it to an open field, with vague horse-scents of passer-by’s, but no herd’s scent marks seemed to come to her.

It seemed a good enough place to settle for a meal.

As Ilma watches the other female, she notices the drop of the wings off her shoulders right when she dips her head, but that should not be. She also notices her reorganize, but to be honest, Ilma is more concerned with what she has to say. Several herds, kingdoms as they are called here, but Kagerus had mentioned only one so far. Also, the land in which she has found herself is apparently called Beqanna, and Ilma imagines it as maybe being an island, for there would be no other reason to give it a name to separate it from another kind of land.

"Likewise, Kagerus." she answers melodically. She wonders about the other mare's age, seeing as she acts so young but clearly must be over at least two years old. But perhaps some do not get the pleasure of knowing many others of the same age, or perhaps even, knowing many others at all besides a mother. It's not her place to ask, not right away, and she knows also that whatever happened or didn't happen, if Kagerus wants a friend or a mother in Ilma, she will be either or both.

"Perhaps you can tell me a bit about those kingdoms? How big are they, are they all friendly or perhaps someone is at war with another?" she asks - she might as well, now that the female before her has offered to tell her a bit about the lands. Land. Island? Beqanna.

She smiles a little sheepishly as Kagerus continues about the wings, and nods. "Yes. Thank you.Yours are new to you, I understand?" she deduces - not only because of the question, but also the way she seems to behave with the wings. Ilma wonders if perhaps they have grown only recently, or if something else is going on here. But she expects some kind of answer soon enough, so she is patient.

She chuckles lightly at the way the other female continues, however. "I would really appreciate it if you would tell me about it, and possibly the surrounding kingdoms as well." she answers, basically the same request as before, but Kagerus' enthusiasm has gotten the better of her. Still, that doesn't mean that Ilma isn't open to the suggestion. "And I'd be honoured to fly with you and see it." she ads, to reassure Kagerus a little, that yes, she would love to come, but honestly, she wants to hear something more and give her stomach a little more time to digest the grass she'd just eaten.

The andalusian white chuckled at the comment that she had the other mare figured out. Quite the contrary, she thought, or at least she did not want to presume to know another so quickly. Still, Ilma had had the inkling about the wings for a while, and the question about her own had perked her interest. "Oh, I don't know about that; there's probably more to you than just a pair of wings," she offered cheerfully. She couldn't help but feel delighted in the other mare's presence however, she was surely enjoyable company. In time, she would make a great friend, she thought. If this Hyaline was indeed a place she could enjoy just as much as Kagerus, then it was probable that she would stay.

She blinked at the other female's explanation about the dreams, but only for a moment. Well. All right. If she can be born with wings, why not? It rose another dozen questions, though - what other abilities are out there, are they learned or were you born with it, what would happen if Kagerus had a nightmare? - but none seemed to surface right away, or all at once so that still, she appears silent. And as Kagerus continued about Ilma's other question, she hadn't yet got the time to word them all.

The different names dazzled her a little; but the essence seemed quite clear. No wars going on, so she has actually arrived at a peaceful time. With not enough warriors to even be at war, that seemed quite okay to the Andalusian mare. She wouldn't dare dream it would forever stay that way, but it seemed that at least for a longer time, there would be peace. She nodded along with Kage's story, her eyes taking on an interested gleam when she mentioned the children - lost souls should indeed have a home, and she could imagine living and working with young ones easily. She smiled. "It sounds like a perfect home." she agreed, although she found it only a little odd that Kagerus seemed to want to fight, even in a friendly competition.

As her stomach had settled by now, Ilma shook her head at the last question. "So far, a dozen and none." she offered. "Clearly I have a lot to learn about your ability and other's, but on the other hand, I would like to stretch my wings. Say, do yours stay on until you have another dream?" she wondered. Was there a chance that if they flew up high, Kagerus might lose her wings halfway?