Her response is the usual, a bright gleaming smile wreathed in laughter that smothers him with her pressing hugs, forcing him to suck air in quite suddenly into his expansive lungs and his heart to flail madly against the bars of his chest. It seemed she remembered his strangeness from their last meeting, however, and quickly removes herself from his “bubble” and allows him to breathe freely again; this time, however, a smile still stays on his face, not the balking horror she had first encountered with him.

"Its good to see you again," rumbles his deep voice, and not dead. While she is not her mother, the one he’d much rather randomly find in the woods, she will suffice well enough; after all, she is a part of the dragon queen, and it ripples in her quiet grace and the simple way that she commands both men around her though she is but a child herself.

The boy is getting better at dealing with strangeness in this land. At least she is not rotting and still alive, or full of dark hatred as Ricochet had been; despite her impure bloodline, Semira is sweet and splendid, something that Dragomir is coming to appreciate and that, for the millionth time, he sorrowfully wishes Mirage was here to witness. He follows her voice towards the stallion as she asks him if he’s seen others like her, knowing about where she is going with the question though the unicorn seemingly does not.

His reply makes the young man’s expression sour, features turning sharply to the strange unicorn with the haunted eyes to glare at him for his choice in words and how rudely he has described the glorious breeding that has created Semira in the first place. "She’s a young lady, you smutty mouthed lush," he snaps at the other stallion, glowering down at him through blue eyes that read all he feels about men who can’t utilize words of no offense to the fairer gender, "and deserves to be spoken to with proper language, not harlot filth."

He’s stolen away from his momentary irritations at the loose mouth of the other male present by the story that gushes from Semira, his face taking on expression of wonder and awe as to what precisely had called the dragons away. It did, at least, explain why she was here alone, but it left many questions broiling in his head that he was unsure how to verbalize; the combination of the nearness of the dragon princess and the stinging dislike of the unicorn’s vernacular have left him in another speechless, social predicament.

Thankfully for Dragomir, Rotislav saves him from his stupendous lack of verbal dexterity.

One of his lifted ears slips back, half a glance spared the stallion with a pup perched on his rump before he finally finds words. "It is good I came to the Threshold today, then," he begins, nodding softly at the girl before continuing on with his words, "I can help you decide if you wish to return to the Edge or journey with… this guy to the Hidden Falls."

He notices the way her wings fall even before he commences to telling the weird unicorn off, something he’s sure is in relation to her family that was not mentioned in her breathless tale, one that he had attempted to remain polite about while in front of one who knew none of these people which she rambled on about. Her enthusiasm is endearing, so different from the brooding and quiet thing he had been at her age, coming to life only when learning where Semira endlessly blazed with its furious light; it saddens him to see her loose any of her glowing aura as she has when presented with the truth that he had not seen her sister or father, the way she cautiously skirts about the two men as Dragomir challenges the strangers honor.

Over-zealous, he thinks, though he should get used to it. He generally is. It is probably for the best that the other stallion stays calm and brushes of his words; he’s not truly tested just how short or quick to burn his fuse is, and the only prior experiments had proven that he was less like dynamite and more of a land mine.

One wrong step…kabloom.

Still, as she explains why she can’t go home with the foul mouthed stallion, he can’t help but notice the light weight of her tail embracing him after she moves to his side, and that his ears have fallen back atop his poll while yelling at the dual horned beast. They rise slowly, right after his mood, one dark rimmed lobe leaning towards his young friend and the other partially listening for a reaction from the other man present.

He almost winces with emotional hurt as she mentions those she knows; how many were truly missing, not accounted for in her regaling of the adventure she had been on? Off the top of his head, he could not recall seeing Lace, Mirage, Kaj, or Amaris since returning to the Edge, among many others who he had faces for and no names. It was not that he was particularly fond of any of them but Mirage, truly, but the words of Quilyan have lingered with him since the herd meeting.

He’d said he would die, for any one of them, and Dragomir had balked at the idea at first hearing, doubtful that someone would die for a stranger simply because they followed the same herd. But, the more he thought about it, the more he desperately wanted that truth to be so; it fit so well with what Mirage had asked of him, to love without boundaries, to see beyond the eyes first glance.

With these thoughts, he sees the unicorn deflate and trod sullenly away after his brief words of departure, a curious wonder finding a hold in his features as he wonders if this is not the first time he has failed in asking this question, why it was so sudden to interrupt the stories of dragons. Keep your head up, he should say, and he knows it, but instead he’s silent, turning back towards Semira with a soft smile on his face that seems to want to apologize for the other male’s rudeness in light of her diplomatic explanation.

It truly hides that he does not want to tell her what he knows of her home.

So, your aunt… is she as pretty as you and Amaris?" he smiles wryly as he lowers his eyes and cranes his neck to peer at her from one blue orb, "I got to meet her, once, before the darkness came. Your sister, that is. I… I haven’t seen her in a long while. I’d hoped she was with you…you and…"

Mirage, he wants to say, but it dies in his throat along with his hopes, slowly replaying the list she had rattled out again and again and not finding the Queen of Dragons in it anywhere.