It had become... interesting, poking around the forest that had been her home as a child, seeing the changes wrought upon it by the darkness and the horses that had lived there during her brief stint beyond Helovia. It was home, but different. Was it because the draconic scents of her family had faded so, to become achingly familiar whiffs caught in unexpected breezes, almost intangible? Or because so many around her were unknown?

These were the contemplations moving through the silver child's mind when her ears caught the sound of a scream. Startled, she looked up, ears craning around to locate the source even as the sound faded. Quick, staccato steps carried her forward, leathery wings fanning in anxiety. That voice had been familiar, if not known. And the name it had been calling? Definitely known. One that put a hurry in the youngster's steps. A scream of pain and terror, crying out for Kaj? Bad news, bad news indeed.

Mist and trees cleared enough for her to glimpse the sight of two mares clashing in battle, an observation brief enough to only note that Kahlua was one of them, before she recognized the disturbance of air by massive wings. Familiar, yet different. Reflexively she flinched, mantling her wings and stepping sideways even as her golden eyes swept upward. There was Kaj, a golden meteor of utter fury. And with that sight came a sinking feeling in the silver's gut. Someone would die, unless he was stopped.

Without thinking she flung herself skyward, belatedly realizing that she was echoing the upward plunge of a pegasus mare in the near distance. A bellow of rage, words incomprehensible, rushed from the stallion who was diving fast, was met by a protesting shout from the unknown mare. Met again by a dragon's roar, toned higher and more desperate than any call that the silver had ever made before. Certainly unlike any roar from a dragon's breast that the StormBringer or his followers had known. It was a desperate attempt to spark some light of recognition in those eyes that had gone so dark.

Only when she was trailing the pegasus mare, light glinting from her scales, that Semira wondered just how much difference a half grown yearling, despite her dragon heritage, could make. He could knock her out of the sky so easily. But some part of her hoped that he'd recognize her parents within her, recognize the ties he held to the Dragonheart and her Dragon's Son, and falter before their silver daughter, despite his rage. Oh please don't let this be a terrible mistake for everyone...

"Uncle Kaj, please! You might hurt her on accident!" Another plea, though she only dimly knew which her that was being referred to. That had been Kahlua screaming, begging for assistance from this embodiment of the storms. Gods help them all.