Soft voice is raised in lilting sighs and crescendos, a soft song pouring from pale ivory lips, gliding on airwaves to the accompaniment of dragon song. She hums when in need of breath, and laughs at the form of her hatchling gliding on new, unsteady wings above her. There is no hurry to her steps as she glides across the cold, compact ground. Behind her, flowers bloom, untouched and unaffected by the cold around her, magically inspired to spring forth as if winter is a thing of dreams. Color flows in a river behind her, leaving her mark on the world, a way to follow her if anyone ever desires to find her. Unlikely, for she is a lonely soul with few acquaintances. She has come to accept it, for with her soul tied with Rathunax's, she does not feel so alone anymore.
Her singing is clear and beautiful in the crisp, cold air. But it fades when Rathunax gives a soft noise, dragon song pausing to alert her, their vision switching so she may see from his view from above. The noise touches her ears moments later, unable to detect such fine noises as Rathunax, and the flutter of wings and the soft landing of a pegasus is distinguished. Her face is warm at the fact he may have heard her singing, but she is far more curious than embarrassed. Rathunax soars overhead to greet him before she may, even with her quickened step. Circling the gold and cocoa boy, he gave a soft 'ryuu' of contemplation, drawing it out on a serpent's tongue as he looks down upon him with ruby red eyes. There is a level of distrust in them, but it is disrupted by a soft harmonic laugh as Nayati ventures upon them.
Endless snowy locks, flowers trailing within the tresses to accompany the baubles given to her by the fairies, keep her warm in the chill of Frostfall as she views the newcomer with a sheepish look upon her delicate features. "Please, sir, excuse my companion. He is very protective, and as such rather distrustful," she giggled softly, somewhat embarrassed by his behavior. Rathunax huffs, soaring down to half-crash upon her shoulder, still not used to the landing. She turns her head and gently uses her muzzle to place him more firmly upon her, waiting until his claws are secured in her mane before moving closer to the poor fellow Rathunax had been circling like a vulture.
"My name is Nayati, and his is Rathunax. This is Helovia. May I know your name, good sir?" He is outrageously tall! She gasps unattractively in her head, wishing she were not so petite, staring up at him so disrespectfully as she must. If she may help him through the process of the Threshold, then she will, both to apologize for Rathunax's actions and because she simply liked to help people. She remembered how scared she'd been when she'd collapsed bleeding and on the verge of crossing to the other side of life when she'd first arrived.
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