The summer sun is bright in the mountain kingdom, and it makes it seem such a forgiving place. Hyaline is beautiful, most certainly, Ilma thinks as she walks the mountainside east of the lake, parallel to whatever curve it follows.

She watches her young son grow, and she can forgive the boy for colouring after his father, because himself he did nothing wrong. He is playing near a lot of bushes close by, chasing butterflies, but it is not him she worries about. At least, not today. Today she worries about her failing, the title of Ambassador not corresponding with her actions over at least the last half year if not longer.

In the meantime, several other horses have joined Hyaline’s forces, though Baltas and Gedrinth were the only ones to care for a rank. Not that this matters to Ilma, certainly, but she hasn’t even met the other three, and she would have liked to see them at least, talk to them, know who they are and for what purpose or demons they have ended up here. Especially one such as young as Kanamae, who luckily seemed to have been found by Kag and Baltas.

In short she just wishes to know who they are. And perhaps for the grulls pinto mare it would be good to know them too. As diplomats, they are required to know who they speak for on whatever diplomatic mission may follow.

And so, as her eyes scan the largest vale of Hyaline and she cannot immediately find them, she calls out, inviting those who listen for a meetup. Perhaps there’s questions, perhaps just a small talk or perhaps they had rather avoided her. But at the very least she would like to know of their choices, because their choices define them about as much as anything they could tell her.

She’s not disappointed; two nearby residents respond, one she’s only seen in passing, and a foal she hasn’t seen before but he vaguely smells of her Lippizan friend and perhaps Kagerus, though with the latter that should not be a surprise since that mare is almost always everywhere, it seems.

The boy is a proud one, prancing and chest puffing like the big adult he already wants to become. She smiles kindly to him, and her gaze is tracing down the slope to where she’s last seen her own son today. Surely they should meet sometime soon, and she thinks perhaps he should be playing with Solace’s twins as well instead of on his own. But he seems to be content on his own, perhaps something akin to his biological father’s nature, and unlike the white pegasus mare herself who’d rather surround herself with a proper herd - even one of the old ways would do, if the leading stallion would be bold enough.

She finds her mind wandering to a dangerous place, one she has carefully tucked away somewhere deep inside her heart and mind. The golden-clouded stallion seems to pop out sometimes in the most inconvenient ways, but today she has other matters at hand. Hoof.

”Yes, I called you,” she laughs, and looks at the black mare who approaches a little more hesitantly than the colt. ”I am Ilma. I have been Hyaline’s ambassador for a while, but due to personal matters I haven’t gotten much time to get to know you all. I thought introductions would be well in place, so I’d want to welcome you to Hyaline once again. If there’s any questions or places you want to see, just let me know. And if any of you likes to, I am planning a visit to our allies soon, so perhaps one or some of you like to tag along,” she offers.