They offered their apologies, their explanations, and the dragonmare accepted the words with relative ease - what would be the point is feeding the sense of miffedness that wanted to take root for her interrupted nap within her, letting it blossom and swell and bloom into something that would only turn nasty, into something where she would do something she regretted, something that would bring shame to her name, her herd's name, everything. So, as always, she held a tight leash on her emotions, forcing them to move on from the small, petty hurt they wanted to cling to ( and that Dramyrth wanted to dissect more closely, though his bonded swiftly snatched such thoughts away from him and shunted them both into feeling something else, anything else).

A small, serene half-smile lingered on her lips, as she allowed her eyes to be drawn to the dancing flames along the mare's spine, imagining that they became figures of animals and beasts frolicking and chasing and hunting each other, scarcely wondering what she saw was truly occurring, or just her own imaginings taking flight within her mind. Amaris nodded as the mare gave her and her companion's name, doing her best to lock them away into her memory, not knowing for a certainty where the lady hailed from, not knowing for sure that she was in fact a herdmate, and that there was an excellent chance their paths may cross again in the future. It would have been odd, Amaris was sure, for the dragonmare to inform her that she had met her mother, that her mother had mentioned her name in loving tones, that she worried about spending enough time with her daughter. So she held her tongue from further input, figuring the conservative approach was the best approach for this particular interaction.

The steed introduces himself more completely, offering a rank and herd along with the names associated with himself and his companions. Amaris nods again, unaware of the mirror she was peering into in the stallion, the double for one who held a similar parentage, a similar story - unaware that her mother held his father hostage once, that his father's herd did the same to her. None of that mattered now, though the echoes of the past made it a curious coincidence that their paths might cross today.

Dramyrth amused himself with peering over his beloved's shoulders with unabashed, abject curiosity, drinking in the scene with wide, golden pools, flaring his wings and clinging to her mane to balance the precarious pose. Curiosity was piqued within the dragonmare too, whether sourced from her bonded or from the conversation taking place around her, she wasn't sure, but she let it distract her anyway, ears picking and eyes travelling from stallion to mare as the question of her heritage was posed. Amaris thought to add her own question to the mare (she had so many, which one should she voice?), and thought a heartbeat before summoning her warm, soft, smooth tones to make the enquiry, hoping, praying, she was not overstepping the 'normal' social boundaries. "Where are you from?" she posed, wondering if her guess would be correct, wondering if she should let on that she knew more than the silent ignorance she feigned - and continued to otherwise hold her tongue anyway.


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