The dragonmare is relatively distracted when the young filly begins to chatter at the colt, prattling on something or other about names and things. Amaris used to be protective of her name, she used to keep it to herself quite intentionally. It was only more recently that she found the practice of introducing oneself less irksome and more normal, easy to endure. All in all, Amaris did not mind that she did not know the colt's name - he was so young, so fresh, perhaps he did not even know what it was yet.

The dragonmare wasn't going to comment or interject her thoughts into the matter, however, for her focus was now upon the pillar, the curious etchings carved into it, illuminated vaguely by the light cast from her little blue spirit friend. But she barely has a moment to consider anything further when a strange hummmmmm began. It reminded her of the way she and Dramyrth could purr, an undefinable yet definitely present vibration from somewhere deep.

She could not help herself, and purred softly in surprised response, unflinching and steady upon her feet as she took in this occurrence. Amaris had jumped to conclusions before when emotions had roiled and toiled within her - now, with her mind clearer, she could look upon the scene with as objective a view as possible. Dramyrth, on alert but not totally alarmed, continued his circling, calling out a trilled note when the pillar seemed to erupt.

The scene itself was reminiscent of the Veins of the Gods, in some far-fetched, unbidden idea within the dragonmare's cranium. The markings etched into the stone were like the blue veins of lava that flowed down the mountain of the gods' pillars, and now, it was like an eruption, as "foam-lava" shot into the sky and descended upon them.

Amaris stood still, bracing herself, prepared to move if needed, but also rooted by the vibrations that danced up her legs.

It fell upon her like raindrops, though its consistency was strangely softer. The dragonmare felt the soothing, the cooling, the invigorative effects of the 'rain' almost instantly, and simply continued to stand as it drizzled around them, spreading strange clovers about the area. She was not interested in collecting them for herself, for they were not shiny like the things she, as a dragon, usually collected, and so she simply watched in quiet observation as the young filly gathered as many as she could.

It was belatedly that she saw the colt and his strange magic, repelling the raindrops. "They do not hurt when they touch," Amaris offered to the colt's questioning stare, noting Vezér's words at the back of her mind. She wasn't about to sing the praises of this unknown entity, not when she still knew so little about him - not when she wasn't sure there might be a hidden price to pay for his apparent benevolence. The young filly seemed to want to bargain the information Amaris gave freely in exchange for seeing the colt work his magic once more, and she feels a pang of guilt well up at the thought of ruining the girl's fun - oops.

At least she had not given it all away, only that no pain was inflicted from their touch, she would stand in silence, continuing to ponder and mull over this occurrence in the company of the young ones; it seemed they were good for inspiring interesting actions and thoughts to cross her path, something she needed more of in this time of uncertainty.

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@Vezér @Dresden

Amaris