It was the first day in quite a while that the silver child had chosen to not head out in hunt of the missing members of her family. Exhaustion upon waking up with the dawn had been the deciding factor on that decision, and the reason why she'd chosen to sleep in this day. Stretched out on her side, soaking in the little bit of sunlight that defied the mists' embrace upon the cliffs, she dreamed to the sound of the waves, undisturbed in the small hollow where a tree had lost the battle against a windstorm years before and left a hole where its roots had rested.

A voice broke into her dreaming, made an ear twitch as her unconscious mind sorted through the reasons why the voice was so familiar. At last she realized why, and the words that had been called out into the morning sky, and her golden eyes opened. Dragomir was calling the Edge crafters for something. Consideringly she lifted her head and peered toward the depths of the tree cover, deciding whether to satisfy her curiosity or go back to sleep. Her long tail twitched as she heaved a sigh and lurched upward, pulling her long legs beneath her. Sleep would be nice, but she wanted to know what was up more.

Gaining her feet, she shook herself vigorously, dispelling dirt and twigs from her champagne hued coat. Last she gave a long yawn as she resettled her wings against her sides before she leapt from her hollow and stepped into the embrace of the mists. It was with an easy stride that she wove between the trees, growing more and more awake as she ventured closer to the stallion who'd become her friend and had called to the crafters.

She was unsurprised to discover that another had beaten her there when she at last shrugged away the cover of mists and morning shadows and stepped into the clearing. It was with an inquistive glance that she looked over the painted pegasus mare, that humorous spark in the back of her mind resurfacing to whisper add another painted horse to the count into her awareness, igniting a quick smile that was half laughter and half friendly at its source.

"Dragomir, I hope you don't mind me coming to see what's going on." By now she was wondering if she'd get to watch glasswork in person, though a quick observational glance across the clearing suggested not. It was with a nonchalant air born of familiarity that she reached out her muzzle in greeting to the stallion before she remembered her manners and shot another cheery smile at the unknown mare. "Hi, I'm Semira."