It was a good dream, albeit a horrible time to be dreaming. She was back with her mum and pa. One was working at the knots in her mane from having run through some bushes and getting tangled in them. The other was massaging her hindquarters where she had pulled a muscle attempting to get away from the monster bushes that were going to eat her. Yes, there had been some chastising, but such talk was over now. In fact, now it was a comfortable silence - one which wanted to lull her deep into a sleep that Mr. Sandman would certainly approve of. The gentle breeze of the Thistle Meadow only added to the comfort that spanned across her limbs as she twitched into a slightly more comfortable position and slammed her back up against the trunk of the tree.

Yet, it was the slamming of her back against the tree which startled her away. Her head shoots back up instantly, eyes widening before she realized it had just been a dream and she allowed her head to fall back onto her knees. Noxia had allowed her eyes to fall shut once more - hoping and praying that she would return to the peaceful dream just one more time - when the sound of something at the nearby river caused her to freeze in place. Her breathing stopped - eyes widening and ears perked to attention.

Yay. Someone else to appease me. I mean, geez. It was getting boring here dealing with you and your fantasy of having your parents be here. It is totally not going to happen darling. Sorry - not sorry.

His voice is what shatters the idea that such an existence could be a part of her dream. Though, she cannot quite say she is as surprised about his wings as she was about those upon Lyanna's back when they first met. So, it was wasn't just an outlying abnormality that one had wings in these lands. Perfect. Great. Joy. Fun. Not. None of those words described it, but she was going to have to learn to deal with it anyway.

He doesn't advance. In fact, he stays a good distance away. Then, when he takes that one step forward he does so with a lowered face and his wings closed - no longer a large imposing image. Though she will admit, he was still definitely very large and very imposing. She is intrigued by the crème colours of his coat which were accented by the gold a top.

Yo. Dimwit. He spoke to you. He asked you a question! I swear. Major facepalm moment here. Do I have to wave my hands in front of your face to get your attention? Oh wait, that's right. You can't hear me. I'm just here so the readers get a laugh. Awesome. Great. Love it.

Golden wings. Noxia's blue eyes trail across the lines that the feathers make until she reaches the primary feathers. It was then that she finally connected the dots between the voice and the words. You see, she had heard the voice but not fully comprehended the words which had fallen from his lips. Was she hurt? Oh. Uh. Was she? Anxiety kicking back in she scrambles to her feet - eyes searching every inch of her body for some sign of injury, though all she sees is her mess of a mane and tail clinging to her limbs and starting to knot. "Uh. No. I... I don't... I'm pretty sure I'm not..." she finally stammers out - baby blue eyes wide like a doe's as she stares toward his towering figure and accidentally backs up into the oak behind her and causes herself to shoot forward a couple of steps. That, in fact, awkwardly places her within half of the wing's reach. Except, now, she was too startled to move back any. So she stood there, head lowered and eyes wide hoping that nothing crazy would end up happening next.
@Noah

Noxia

and you can't tell, I'm scared as hell

'cause I can't get you on the telephone

so just close your eyes. Well honey, here comes your lullaby