So when the dragonmare wandered along the borders, and came upon three individuals whom she had all met upon three different occasions, she allowed a surprised smile to curl her lips. Dramyrth flew above, and let loose a loud, colourful trill to the gathered below, neither overly welcoming nor hostile in nature, more of an announcement of his presence, his magnificence, his brilliance. He did not land, but watched the happenings from on high, circling above the canopy, prepared to drop down should the occasion call for it.
"Welcome, Astarot, Gulliver," Amaris greeted warmly, her honey tones embracing the gathered. She nodded her tiara to Kiada, not knowing much about the mare except the brief interaction they had in the Labyrinth. "How may we assist you today?" she sought clarification, making the offer with a kind expression, ears pressed forward to capture any responses they might proffer.
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