Gladly she falls into step beside him, her steps quiet compared to the fall of his hooves upon the ground. In him she finds a willing audience, an attentive listener glad to hear the small tales she had to weave. She doesn't know about the thoughts that wander through his head, sparked by her presence and her words of dragons and family. But she does sense, in some small way, how those thoughts result in a mirroring of her own emotions. Perhaps it is the tip of his ears in the periphery of her vision, or the sound of his steps carrying a weight that seemed to echo the metaphorical one she carried. None of the observations were conscious, but they played their own small part in bolstering her spirits even before he spoke again.

Thoughtfully she mulled over his admission and suggestion, and found that there was a glimmer of truth in them. At least, a truth that sparked a hope in her. Even if Amaris proved to be missing for now, there was yet a chance that the golden reflection that had shared her birth would eventually discover that the lands of Helovia were bright and safe again. Some small doubt arose, wondering just how many seasons would pass before some quirk of magic and godly influence cast a pall on the land again. Would her sister attempt to come back, only to find despair or war or plague had arisen in the place of the darkness, missing the happy seasons in between?

It is good then that Dragomir reached out, his gentle tousling of her mane rousing her from dark thoughts of the future and the past. Ears perk up as he removes his touch, golden eyes regaining their lively spark as she looks up at him. When he began to share news of the herd at this point, she became contemplative as she searched her memories for faces to match to names. Kahlua's met with a vague black-and-white blur, someone she knew to have seen at a meeting under Mirage but never met. Kaj's was more familiar, a recollection of a big pegasus who had been friend to her father, and outspoken the day the Dragonheart had decided to step down from leadership. "Kaj the... Stormbringer." She murmured to herself, recalling the murmurs she'd heard in the wake of that meeting. When leadership had shifted from Mirage and Thor to Lace and Kaj. Though those memories were not exactly positive, and somewhat hazy, they did not keep her from brightening into a smile with the knowledge that her tale would have two more sets of appreciative ears.

That smile shifted to a thoughtful hum as Dragomir continued with his news, regaling her with the promotion of Quilyan (who she only remembered as being a pegasus), the competition for Captain (she assumed it was similar to Wingleader), and last his own promotion. "Glazier!" She paused to look up at him in surprise. While it was reassuring to know that Aaron was still in the Edge as Glazier, a position she'd known the painted stallion to have held for, well, ever, it was definitely a surprise to learn that this painted stallion had rising to the same position. "You mean you can make glass things the the wall and stuff?" There is a delighted awe in her young voice, even as she is soon forced to take a few quick strides to catch up with him again. His pride had been obvious, and she was very pleased for him. "What about Seer?" It was a belated question, as she realized he hadn't mentioned anything about Hellena, that fascinating old unicorn that had invited Semira, oh so long ago, to come find her in the mists. The silver child had never been quite brave enough to do so, and she was now a bit worried that she might have lost her chance.