Strange things had occurred on these sands - strange things always would, Amaris surmised. It was Helovia after all - strange things were bound to happen when bored gods and unknown magic pervaded the lands. Amaris looked out over the ocean - it was not dissimilar to the one she had crossed not a few weeks earlier, on the trip to her father's homeland. The dragonmare reflected on stories her mother had told her - stories of an elf, the source of dark magic, living somewhere off the coast, in the deep depths of the ocean, beyond where the sun sets at night; Stories of a golden dragon leaping from the cliffs of the Edge to fly with her bronze mate; stories of a great many tears being shed as heartfelt discussions were had. Amaris remembered them all as stories only, for the true memories laid with her mother's spirit - wherever that was now.

Such strange things dwelt on the surface of her mind, and so it was oddly easy for her to see something stranger still occurring and accept it as just another version of 'normal' in Helovia. If anything, it wasn't the doing that caught Amaris' curious gaze, but the figures undertaking the ritualistic burning of some metal object. The mare was beautiful - tall, elegant and yet without a doubt strong of presence and body, and - gold, bronze, came Dramyrth's thought, like an arrow to the dragonmare's mind. Gold indeed, and another male no less; bronze and male was less surprising, but also unexpected - the metallic colours were not known to be commonplace.

Her (not-so) little king called out to the dragons first, as Amaris approached the curious gathering. Dramyrth's scales glittered in the sunlight, as he swooped over the gathering with a severe curiosity - he was not about to launch himself at the unknown dragons, but certainly wanted to make his presence, his magnificence known to them. He was ready for any challenge they dared to offer him - he had not been ready for Vadir's, the last time they met, he would not fall into that trap again, but likewise he would not seek out a challenge unless outright disrespect was shown.

"Hello," came Amaris' gentle, singsong purr, a warm greeting - she hoped the lady would not mind her approach, her intrusion, and attempted to soften any potential upset caused by her arrival by offering her services instead. "What a curious object," she began, lowering her golden crown to peer at it (though still several strides away from Isopia as a whole), "do you need any help?"

Amaris