It’s a long trip to Ischia, both by walk as well as when flying. For that sake she has asked Solace to keep an eye on her baby boy, and perhaps Llowell and Clegane will find a friend in one another, too.

But since the brotherhood’s rising, no diplomat from either kingdom has visited one another, and of all of Hyaline’s allies, they seem to have the most shakable bond (disregarding the cease-fire agreement they made with Loess for the sake of a safe border for both kingdoms). It’s time to set that straight, and so Ilma travels through the river’s land to the north and east, eventually landing her on the sandy shore of the tropical island.

The air is hot and humid here, so unlike the fresh mountain air that she feels a little choked with the idea of living here. But one might get used to it she supposes - still the white pegasus mare prefers to stay on the beach and outs a friendly whinny for those who want to meet with her to hear. A visitor’s call.

It’s a red and white, also winged, stallion who comes to greet her first. She smiles at him, and dips her head in greeting. ”Thank you. I do believe that they are, although I can’t always be certain with my reckless daughter.” she smiles when telling him this, however, showing she’s not too concerned. She’s in Nerine after all, so she will be well protected should the need arise.

”I’m Ilma, Hyaline’s Ambassador, although you might have noticed the latter already. I figured I’d visit to catch up with Ischia’s latest news, now that you’re more settled on the islands.” she offered up, looking at the man and awaiting his name, title if he held it, and reaction to her idea of information exchange. They had been allied mostly due to their common friend Nerine, and Brennen’s ties to former versions of Hyaline. She couldn’t be sure if this man knew all that - she hadn’t been present when Brennen and his visited Solace over a year ago, due to her own personal recently, she had recognized her lack of activity as a bad thing, she didn’t want to remain so lethargic and also did not feel like she had deserved her title over last year. In an effort to keep up with Beqanna’s ever-changing politics and to strengthen the (per her opinion) weak tie between the lands, she had decided to visit here.

When she mentioned having a daughter, it seemed like she had hit a nerve. She carefully pretended not to notice, of course, and made a mental note not to mention little girls while speaking to him and perhaps it was safe to assume, not to Brennen either. He was still polite, making an excellent diplomat. She hardly counted herself excellent at what she did, having had not too much experience with diplomacy before being given her title. But she made do with what she felt was right, something that most of the time worked out very well.

So, she nodded to his decision. ”Of course. I’d be happy to wait here on the island for when he has time, or, if you know of a time that would be more convenient, I can return then. I can understand you may have much to do here in Ischia yet.” The kingdom was fairly young after all, and rumours were catching up with all of them, including the feeling that war might be imminent. Whatever he preferred she do, she would. Her visit just meant Hyaline would like to reach out and make contact with the allies they had, but, she was happy to know the man before her had no bad feelings towards her appearance. She could wait, if Brennen or Belgaer was preoccupied.