While the answer was not what the grey had been expecting it did not really surprise him much either. He had met many newcomers and each possessed a unique personality and with it many variations of names, many of which he had never heard before. The first thing that came to note about this fae would likely be perhaps the lack of caution within her posture and the lack of it within her face. Most that appeared within the threshold had some degree of caution which came naturally when faced with a new situation and new sights, yet this girl seemed to display none hmm interesting. Pushing the thought away his expression relaxed slightly with the welcome distraction of conversation. There was much that churned within the depths of his mind it was nice to be able to focus on something he might be able to make sense of for once.

"A troubled mind is a forgetful one." The comment brought a smirk to his jaw, was it that obvious that his mind was not all there. He would have to work on his ability to conceal it better if that was even possible given a large chunk of him was missing inside. "Morgäna Asguardi." Teasing the name through his mind he couldn't think of ever having come across it before, surely he should be able to recall having met her with a distinct name such as this. Nothing rang any bells so he quickly gave up on that train of thought satisfied with his conclusion of never having met her before. "Morgäna les Désastre, do you commonly go by the entire name or is there a shortened version you prefer?" He asked completely out of curiosity.

The mare's eyes wandered momentarily to something behind her before meeting his once again. Curiosity drew his own attention briefly trying to pick out what was of interest before his eyes caught Kiara's, that would explain it. " Do you need a place to rest from your journey? I would gladly show you the Hidden Falls herd if you wish." He offered out of lack of something better to say. Normally conversation came easily why was it so difficult to come up with something proper to say?

Flicking her tail in mild annoyance for her bonded's lack of introducing her to the mare, the feline stubbornly remained where she was. She needed to try and find some way to make him happy, this was not like him at all. That other winged witch had broken him when she left with the shorter fuzzy one, why had she done this. If she wasn't so concerned about the grey being able to cope with his sadness she would have tried to track them done and make them come back. Granted to do this she would have to deal with the featherhead, and she would need a plan to drag them back here. That could prove more challenging, the featherhead was easy to deal with it just meant she could finally catch him.

Waiting another couple of minutes the feline's patience grew thin, she would be here all night if she waited to be introduced. With that she lept forward with powerful limbs back into the long grass only to circle around behind her grey before slowly emerging behind him her eyes trained on the winged mare. The last winged one had hurt him, was this one going to do the same? Not if she could help it, growling protectively she lay herself down a few meters from the pair to see what would happen next.

Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks