Blood. It clotted the air with a staunch scent without a care for the nostrils of others. Snorts blew from her constantly, the stressed tossing of her head. The change of temperature added to the chills on her skin, a winter coat she lavished herself when she was young no longer coming as she expected it. The heat of the Dragon's Throat was eager to take the signs of Frostfall that she enjoyed so greatly without giving her a faint, distant glance.
Shivers spread across her skin, dragging shaking legs through undergrowth to a collection of voices ringing in her cupped ears, softened by the stretch of land and trees between her and the owners. Her own footfalls leave her alert, the low light adding no relief to her situation. In every bit of truth, she, for once, longed to return back home.
Midas and Fina are already, barely remembering when she'd first met them with fuzzy visions of her childhood hours. The dark was so much more soothing back though more dangerous than ever before. She resents her child self for every single curious adventure made out on a whim that led her to the place she was now. If she had been more careful back then, then she'd still have a piece of mind left over from her first birthday.
The fire stud is familiar in a distasteful deja vu, trying to place him into her mind when his puzzle piece isn't fitting in the correct place(if he does have one just for her) like Midas and the burning Fina did for her. Uneasy and seeking the comfort of someone she does know and could rarely place quick trust in, her steps go closer to the bird male, shuffling awkwardly as she listens to the newcomer speak. Blue eyes lock to him and the scar painted on his face, reminded of the days when Adrixaura had been wounded and later come to receive a nasty reminder that Sikeax couldn't burn from her memory.
Onsoun.
Harshly thrashed to glare at the fire male, a snort passes from her directed towards him. The comfort brought lightly by the presence of a trusted individual leaves her as electricity leaves a storm cloud in a bolt of lightning. She knows that name, but can't put the exact way of how she learned it.
"Sikeax, from the Dragon's Throat." A greeting to Midas would of been more polite(Cera had mentioned him as his father when they first met), but her manners pass away from her. Something tumbles like a rock in her chest with heavy weight, refusing to rip a hole in her to break out.

OOC: Their 'meeting' is supposed to be during the time she lost her memories, so she only knows Onsoun by Adrixaura mentioning him.