The sounds of hooves scraping the earth reaches the stallion's ears and he lifts his head from the wildflowers and blinks his violet eyes. He watches as a grey stallion emerges from the clouds along with a white dragon. His heart immediately increases in tempo at the sight of it, knowing well that they are bonded to equines and possess the ability to breathe fire. His weight shifts uncertainly as he fights with the desire to already retreat mentally.

Another arrives only moments later, this one a pegasus mare. She has the oddest wings he's ever seen and so his fight ends as abruptly as it begins. His massive head tilts as he studies those wings, wondering how exactly she can fly. Then it dawns on him that staring is quite rude. What if the mare was self conscious? What if those really weren't wings but just folds of skin? Maybe she was overweight at one point and lost it all and it came from that.

Now Jonas is self conscious and he ducks his head down, eyes falling to the grass as he begins nibbling at the flowers again. Maybe if he ignores them they will go away.

Why was it that whenever he wanted to lay down and die, someone always came to interrupt him? Lace cracked his eyes open with a sour grimace and raised the head from its comfortable position against the ground, unwilling to move but too curious to overlook the sound of hooves that vibrated through the ground. Golden eyes caught sight of two bays, that might have been similar if it weren't for the fact that they were so endlessly different. Unicorn and pegasus, and the differences could have ended there. But they didn't, because none of them were exactly standard representatives of their race. The large draft quickly made Lace reconsider his look on unicorns as slender, delicate creatures with white spears attached to their foreheads. Sure he had horns, but there were three of them. And sure he seemed to have a gentle disposition with the way he tucked the head down towards the ground at the sight of the others, but he was far from lithe and fragile. Possibly if one compared him to a mountain...

His gaze casually turned to the smaller mare, and there the equine had to pause and look both two and three times before he could even admit that she should be called a pegasus. She didn't look like any other of the winged ones he had seen before. That membrane that attached to her legs and belly, it was beyond strange. Puzzled the stallion shook his head, fully intending to lie down and close his eyes again when something unexpected happened.

A flash of white passed over his head once, twice, and then the little dragon seemed to tire of waiting for her bonded to get up and do something. With a curious warble she straightened out in the air, flapped the pale wings and took off towards the large Clydesdale. It never crossed her mind that someone might be shaken by the sight of a small yet still very dangerous dragon coming straight towards them, and she simply shook off the mental attempt of her bonded to make her slow down.

Lace cursed and quickly rolled over to the belly before heaving up in a single smooth motion. "Fajira, stop!" he snapped sharply, both in mind and with a voice that easily carried across the field. His mind faintly registered the improbability of a meadow stretching out over the flat top of the mountain but quickly pushed it aside again; he began to hurry forward, worried what the obnoxious dragon might cause with her brazen lack of concern for her own or others safety.