Gwyneverre was keen on knowing when she was being admired. Quietly, only for the golden princess, the older white clicked and purred over and a smirk lit her draconian features. Abraham watched as the younger dragon's chest puffed some, the blanket of feathers patched between her wings each twitching and seeming to also raise with glory. The boy kept his face composed, stoic, in charge of his own self. Reginald and his father were much more capable of controlling their faces, keeping a stoney facade, whereas Abraham took after his mother with her more animatable features. Brienne, in her childish joy and pride, opened her mouth and gave a beautiful song--but not without showing the rows of razor-sharp, already lethal teeth. Gwyneverre also had rowed teeth, and Abraham silently wondered if it was a trait of all dragons. He did not remember the larger, mother-white that guarded Brienne's egg to have rowed teeth. Figuratively shaking the thought off, he turned his attention to the pegicorn hybrid.

Astride her, earth dissembled and then reformed into the mimicry of his dragon girls. The mammoth came to stand near the boulder his dragons perched on. "Twice I was proven to be the strongest, the most able, the most worthy of their bond." Abraham nodded towards his dragons before looking the girl--nearly as tall as him--straight in her eyes. Their golden hue struck him deeply, sending an image plain and clear of his father and Macaria standing before him, looking at him with the same, molten gold eyes. The titan's jaw set and his shoulders tightened some. This child could not be from the loins of the Dauntless--no--he was an equine. This gal had both wings and horns, two things the Dauntless lacked.

Mismatched eyes danced over her frame, however, to fall on the monochrome view of another. A small frown tugged at the corner of Abraham's lips as he mulled over the approaching girl. She did not come towards them at first, her intentions as if she wanted the dragon-prince and the pegicorn to ignore her. Abraham snorted, about to take a step towards her, when Gwyneverre pulled him back by their bond. The prince of hellion looked to his eldest dragon just as the little creature before her transformed from a lizard to an eagle and then to a bat. Ears pinning back for a moment, then perking forward, Abraham spoke. "What is it?"