At the arrival of a dog, Arah watched it curiously, amusement sparkling in her eyes. She'd never met one before, apparently they were extremely loyal creatures. Protective of their families as well. The dark beast trots closer to her before promptly planting herself in the middle of the path, presumably blocking Arah's entrance. Beside her pale legs, Wynter clicks her beak in warning, staring down at the creature as though she was dinner; the dog was getting too close and the griffin already was in a bad mood. Lifting her golden orbs up towards the approaching figure of what she assumed was a solider, Arah remained where she was, a placid mask painting her features. His body was think, brutish and scarred and the dull goldish colour of his coat melted down to black around his ankles.
This beast was not attractive.
Yet as he surveyed her doubtfully the doe smirked, his silent demeanour does not worry her.

Before she can speak the noise of movement reaches her pointed ears, they turn to listen. Light footsteps sound, conceivably they where not particularly sturdy or loud. A foal, she guessed. A youngin does indeed appear, and at the sight of her father, the young filly least out a delighted squeal. Winter shies away from the young girl, hissing at the high pitched sounds the girl was babbling off. Even Arah, a mother herself, was taken aback at the carefree way the girl gushed.
Her daughters had been taught politeness from day one as a matter of course, the doe had not allowed them to simply wonder off and go interrupting adult's meetings. Especially if someone had arrived at the borders, when they where young she did her best to keep them well out of harms way.

A kind smile lit up Arah's chops though as she surveyed the boisterous girl. Winter had gone back to watching the dog, daring it to come closer. Arah instead turned to asnwer the young girls questions. "Hello there." Gently picking up a single flower Arah moved closer and went to place it behind the filly's left ear (should the filly not freak out and get her father to attempt to attack the doe). Stepping back she smiled, "these are some flowers from the north," The flowers were a mix of blue, purple and even a dull gold, the light blue had been gifted to the filly. It was the less delicate flower of her bunch and might survive the rambunctious filly longer than the others. The girl was not horned, it was doubtful she would ever travel so far north and see any of these blooms again. Glancing down towards the bristling griffin Arah giggled softly. "This is Wynter. She's a griffin and my bonded companion." The final question she did not bother to attempt answering.
A Keiran thingy? Even she did not know what that was.

Turning away from the girl the doe looked upon her father, sizing him up, watching him for a moment. Her new words were spoken with a gentle hymn. "I was invited to visit the falls by Midas." Looking over his shoulder at the land, Arah found that it was getting harder to conceal her excitement. Carefully the doe bent down and began to collect the rest of her flowers, once again passing them to Wynter. Bored of standing here, Arah looked expectantly at the ugly brute. Clearly she was going to have to give him props. Putting a delicate smile on her lips and widening her eyes ever so slightly she allowed her magic to awaken. As it followed through her warm blood the rest of her body peaked with excitement, she channeled the lightest of touches towards the great brute. She did not want to take over completely, just help him realise that standing here really was counter productive. The magic laced and wove through her words, her hymn calling for his attention. "I'd be ever so appreciative if you'd escort me inside." Wynter was feeling smug at her mistress' abilities, choosing to now ignore the dog, the griffin ruffled her neck and haughtily looked away. "Perhaps straight to Midas?" It appeared he was the only one willing to converse with her at any rate. The magic held throughout her melody and even as she feel silent the lightest trace remained in the air.

[Permission given from Silk to use magic.]