The crowd breaks apart even more, spreading across the area and settling into their own acts and services to the Sun. Her personal ties to the Sun God are empty and useless; Sikeax see's him only as the patron of the Dragon's Throat and a great being, but without knowledge of him or even being aware of his existance, she has no need for worship.
It never was much of her thing anyway, but it was kind to show her respects at a party that she had worked to set up with the aid of her family members.
Her path leads her towards a smaller fire set off to the side. Orange hues bathe her features and flicker across them, dancing over the sand shades of her young body. All of their songs and prays fill her ears, eager to soothe any previous worries she might of had about the festivities. None came from the other herds to join their celebration, but possibly that was best. The presence of strangers would only encourage her need to part.
A warm voice greets her while she watches them from after, silently outcasting herself from the rest. She hasn't always fit into their culture, but from afar, their culture is pleasing enough to watch. Fitting in here completely would never happen with the lack of wings. Kri had been sure that the day she arrived at the borders that the lack of wings would forever seal her fate as an outcast within a herd's borders, regardless of whatever she did to set herself into their movements.
She greets him with a smile, happiness filling her eyes and beaming upwards to his tall form. Her relationship with Hector was somewhat flirtatious, but never amounted to anything serious. His words draw out a soft nicker from her while her muzzle reaches out to his. Air is gently blown towards him in greeting.
"Hector... It's good to see you again." If warmth and kindness had a sound, then it was what sound her words were making while speaking to him. He'd been missed in the time that she hadn't been able to speak to him on private terms. "I've been fine. Birdsong this year has been more than wonderful for myself. And you?"
Her muzzle moves back down to her level as words slip through their velvet gates. As if some old, practiced manuver, her soft hues drag themselves over every inch of his fiery body, admiring the colours that ignited themselves beside the flames, intertwining their palette with that of the coming dawn. "You look excedingly handsome tonight. Have you prepared yourself or do the flames really suit you this well?" The tease is followed with a short giggle, taunting him with a friendly show of affection.

@[Hector]

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