The way she was watched by the red-fringed four legs didn't pass the dragon by. Once she had made sure that her bonded was beginning to relax again, she stood up on his neck and tried to walk closer to the horned one, balancing precariously with wings spread wide in case she would end up falling. With almost childish curiosity that had nothing to do with her years of experience in horses, she stopped once reaching the somewhat more stable spot between Lace's ears. The grulla frowned slightly at her antics but remained still, watching quietly as the White reached out, tail wrapping around his throat for support, and tried to bump noses with the cautious unicorn.

Don't tease him, Lace tried to warn, but found himself more or less blocked out from the dragons mind. I won't save you if he takes offense.. Or rather, he would. But sometime the little dragon had to learn about things such as personal space, and with the cautious glances Paladin was throwing her the silver coated vagabond found himself almost curious as to how the other would react. As he watched the other with reserved interest, the steely ears twitched at the sound of rumbling thunder somewhere above; the skin on his back twitched upon feeling the first cold droplets of rain, and as the storm began to release its fury upon them he had to struggle to make himself heard above the sound of the wind.

"Ah yes, the Quian if I'm not mistaken. What kind of horses are gathering under her? She mentioned that they were searching for a more permanent location, but I couldn't quite grasp how many they are or what they really are trying to accomplish." He couldn't deny that Mirage had caught his interest. Hadn't it been for her obvious determination to claim a land for herself and her group he might have been willing to run with them for a while, to learn more about them - about her. But as it was, Lace didn't have any interest in battles, and he was loath to accept an invitation to a herd that was just about to go to war. He was tired of bloodshed for stupid reasons - and to try and form a new nation when there obviously already existed healthy ones to coexist with, he couldn't understand this urge to be independent.

"What do you think of the mood in the Edge?" he then asked the darkly coated mare, somewhat curious as to why she wasn't defending her own herd. "Is it as bad as Paladin has come to think, or have rumors simply been exaggerating the issue?" The grulla smiled towards her, his voice smooth and pleasant as he attempted to involve her with the discussion. So far she had remained silent, but whether it was because of shyness or a lack of interest in the topics was hart to tell.

Either way, it would soon prove difficult to keep talking if they were to remain out in the open. Around them the grass was bowing under waves of explosive wind, and as the thunder rumbled more loudly in the sky the stallion suddenly felt an urge to run. Not out of fear though. It was more of an itch in the legs, a maddened kind of excitement that made him want to grin widely, laugh in defiance of the natures forces and race with the rain... But maybe it was just him.