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One moment he was alone and the next there was a mare he didn't recognize beside him. "My name is D'reighton, and I was kind of hoping to join them actually. I'm discontented with those who were in my old life you see. Its not that I like humans its what some of my family did to other azrein. It's hard to explain. I thought the point of staying away from humans was to protect azrein, and if we don't protect the azrein from ourselves what is the point?" He tried to explain to the mare.

D'rei tilted his head at the rat like pony. "Um I don't know Miss, I've never had one before." What was a cookie? Was that what she was holding?

Concerto, flying overhead of Lord Varian and company, almost stopped midflight. Why are there that many Azrein down there? Then came the inevitable though Maybe there's food down there? His stomach grumbled at this thought, which made him want to join whatever the gathering below was just to see if there was food.

As he started to descend, planning on landing a slight distance away from the other Azrein, he heard one of the Azrein offer "cookies." Concerto got excited, hoping this was some sort of exotic fruit he hadn't tasted yet, and landed closer to the group than he intended. He raced over to the Azrein who offered the cookies immediately after he landed. "Can I try these cookies of yours?" he asked, hoping that he would be allowed at least one, even though he'd intruded on this gathering. Just the thought of trying new food made him too excited to think about trivial things such as manners.

Satine flies lazily overhead as she muses over how many days it has been since she and Thallium have seen each other. They agreed that they would take a week to search themselves and figure out what they want to do with their future. A twinge of loneliness goes through her. She misses her mate. Though she will see him soon. Though she will admit their relationship is a strange one. Not only are they a odd looking couple their alignments clash. Yet they both love each other nonetheless. Ears p***k forward at the sounds coming from below. Looking down she notices that there are Azerin gathered below. Whatever is going on down there? Circling and gradually descending she soon lands gracefully on her feet. A rat, an odd looking beaked stallion and a fairy winged mare are gathered. "Pardon, but did I hear mention of cookies? And may I ask as to why there are so many Azerin gathered here today?"

Natli'Ana was roaming around the periphery of the castle, having not long before also been part of a group to drop her Chosen one off at the castle. It'd been a long hard journey, but satisfied that Mira would be okay for the moment, she'd set off exploring and in the hopes of running into her own lifemate and children. However, she sensed they were quite a distance away, but safe, and that made her satisfied for the moment.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a blast of pure unadulterated joy from...well, she was sure it had to come from Varian, a stallion she'd only met this last time, just before she and the others had been sent off with Mira to keep her safe. She'd felt such from the King, but it hadn't seemed as strong as this did, and as curiosity gripped her, she turned tail and made her way in the direction she'd felt it come. If anything, she had the urge to nose his bells...they made such pretty sounds...

She soon came upon quite a diverse group of azrein, and momentarily slowed down to watch them, curious what they were discussing. Least till the mention of cookies were made, at which point all hope was lost and Natli'ana came bounding over. "Coookies for everyhorse? You have snickerdoodles? My Chosen makes the best ones...granted, it's the only kind I've had so far." She reached with her nose towards the little rat-mare and nosed the bag that contained the cookies gently, sniffing the contents. "Hmm...not cinnamon-y enough for snickerdoodles..but they sure smell good!"

Satine steps back as the ratpony grows defensive of the bag. The change of the other's mood startled her and she gives the other distance."I don't want your bag.. Though I was interested in a cookie.. but I don't think that is a very wise request to ask now.. I'm sorry if any of my actions distressed you in any way. It wasn't my intention." Though she knows it was probably the other mares actions that caused the reaction yet she feels bad for requesting a cookie when the other got upset. Unsure of what to do with herself she bows and moves to give everyone space. So why are all these azerin gathered here? She doesn't know still. Oh how curiosity is getting to her.

Leaning down so she could fix one of the blankets that slipped off the head of a foal, Avari sighed, yet a smile graced her delicate features. She was sure she'd heard these very words spill from him many times before. Head lifting to watch him quietly as he continued, she found herself gently shaking her head with a light, almost sad, laugh. "You and me both know you can't make a promise like that, Varian. You're going to be called away again, and whether you come back or not is always a question." Ears flicking back briefly she drew in a breath to clear her mind of all the what-ifs that had passed through them over the time she was alone. Sometime's she'd wondered if foals were truly a blessing, she was now tied down by her family, where-as he was free to roam where she couldn't, and wouldn't follow.

The words of Duty was something she couldn't ignore completely. Carefully traversing the pile of foals to his side, she offered him a kind smile before tilting her head up to nuzzle under his chin lovingly. "You shouldn't have done that. After all, that is something you are doomed to fail at some point. Duty to your family, or not. You have a greater one to your.. bonded." Lightly pausing at that last word, she almost scowled as a gently shiver ran through her frame. As much as it pained her to admit, she understood. He could lose her with only a pain in his heart, but the bond he shared with that King ran deeper then anything she could even comprehend. Feeling something strike her deep in her gut she drew away with a frown, jealousy maybe? "A war is happening after all, and you've great things to do to aid your King." Wanting to snarl bitterly as an image of the boy riding the back of her great stallion shone bright in her mind, Avari drew away a step and scolded herself harshly with a flick of her tail. There was no reason for her to be so angry at this, they'd passed that milestone long ago. Yet the bitter feelings remained. "But that is a conversation for another time."

Stepping away from their embrace, she made a quick jump from his side to the area of space on the outer-side of her foal's small 'nest' and peered up at him for a second before down at the gathering. Where would she start? "They don't have names yet, just as me or my sisters didn't when we were so young. My mother always explained it was best this way." She explained with a nod of her head. It was to protect yourself incase anything happened in the future to them. After all, many foals are lost in her homeland. "I suppose I should go in order." She hmmed lightly before moving around in a circle to the right to reach a small blanket with a gradient of muted purple on to top that fell to an almost cream color on the bottom. Letting out a gentle huff of air as she leaned down to touch her nose to his own beige coloration, Avari smiled. Names or no names, she already felt attached. "Eldest of the bunch, I've been calling him Grand One." Back-stepping after her words, to lift her head and shake her mane out, her hoof pawing at the ground to show a brief display pride in this foal, she let out quick laugh her eyes shining. "I don't know what it is, but I sense greatness in this one. You should see him Varian. All horns and wings, his looks definitely live up to what he's called, believe me." Letting her show of pride deflate, she circled to pick out the blanket that was almost the exact opposite in coloration then the first. "Hm, he was next, stubborn little thing." Snorting lightly, she looked up at her stallion. "Stubborn like a badger, almost as fluffy as one and thinks it's his job to do the exact opposite of what's needed." Ears flicking back, she shook her mane out and looked up at him with a smile. Moving them here had been difficult enough, if Varian was to stay around he would see the hassle it was when they moved.

Moving back around to his side, she lifted her head to nose at his neck before pointing off to a smaller mass, this one was half-buried under the others making the colors harder to make out. Purple? White? Golden? Hm. "You can kind of make out her little tail, but she's your third born. She seems to be a feisty one. At least she's quick to snap at her brothers if they bother her. She'll do well in life, I'm sure of it." She reminded her of her family, perhaps she'll grow up to be as resourceful as her mother. As sour as her memory was, she was alive and safe. At least safe the last time she saw her. Eyes scanning the mess, she almost softens in appearance when her gaze lands on the blanket that's whiter then snow itself. "Fourth in line is this small boy, should have seen him, hair whiter then anything I've seen and great wings like his eldest brother. He's quiet so far, but I'm sure he'll perk up eventually. When he does I'm sure he'll be a force to be reckoned with." Smiling bright she shifted on her hooves and flicked his leg with her tail before nodding her head to another mass of purple, yet this one had streaks of gold thread woven throughout. "Then there's this little girl, she's another sweet thing that doesn't do much yet. Kind of thankful for that. She looks a fair bit like you, Varian." Bumping his shoulder with her own, she laughed in good spirits and rubs her side against him sweetly as she walks out of the small 'nest' they rested in. "Say hello, be careful though, father you may be, but you're still a strange azrein to them." Turning to watch him she gently folded her legs beneath her to lay down.