She saw him, them, coming long before they drew near. With her keens eyes she likely saw them before she had even landed, but she certainly saw them now, reflected off the salt fields in their arrival and declension. All the while she continued to preen herself, as if the turnings of the world and its inhabitants beyond the rise of the dawn were so inconsequential to her they weren't worth noticing.

Ah, but she had noticed and he, he bowed.

The phoenix stopped her movements, a clever eye tilting in the frame of her flame-illuminated facade to better watch the Golden Prince. It was difficult to tell given her nature, but it seemed as if her beak wore itself in a smile. It was a playful, knowing sort of grin, one that her gaze amplified as she turned it fully upon the southern stallion and his charge.

"Do I bring the dawn, or does it bring me?" her voice lilted from the slender part in her beak with a fluid ease and pleasant grace; she wore the face of fire that was wanted, the one that was warm and guiding and entrancing. There was no doubt however, that she could just as easily wear the other side of fire, yet that danger, as always, made her all the more beautiful. She purposefully played on it, seeming to enjoy the aura of mystery that she worked to exude.
"Sometimes it is better not to know, don't you think?" She paused, flexing her wings with a series of flaps before resettling. "Ruins the magic of the world, for which there is so very little left, despite how full it is."

Her head swiveled suddenly towards him, facing him directly, which was different from her half-glances and partial recognition as she finished her grooming task. Whether she was simply complete, or if she finally felt him worthy of commanding her full attention, was just another one of those never to be answered questions. "I do wonder though," she began, the words drawling like hot candle wax from her bill. She clicked it together in audible thought as she pondered. Seemingly decided on what she wondered, the phoenix pressed on, "what did you think of it?" Although it might not have been entirely clear at first what she was referring to, her anxious and demanding stare seemed to suggest their last topic, the dawn. As she awaited his reply, a single, clawed tow clicked on the rock expectantly.

The phoenix had no way of knowing just what she meant to the stud. As godly as she might seem, she lacked some of their greater talents - but surely someone knew, to design that these two meet on this fortuitous day.