The dragon had been here for several weeks now, and still seemed to be crippled by the elusiveness that defined her mother's ability to hide in plain sight. The girl was not trying to hide, but neither was she trying to mingle with more than those she already knew. She helped her cousin in whatever capacity required, but there was only so much she could do - she did not yet know the Throat the way Tandavi did, she did not understand the politics (nor did she hold a deep desire to), she barely even knew the lands.

So while her cousin was off doing whatever it was Sultana's do, Amaris wandered. The dragon explored, breathing in the sandy scents, drinking in the golden sights, enjoying the way the Sun stroked her glimmering, shimmering scales. Caramel strands blew in the hot desert air, and the girl easily lifted herself to the skies, the warm thermals filling her strong, leathery wings as her long, draconic tail swung like a rudder behind her. The girl reflected on the differences of the landscape beneath her to the only where she was born. Where rolling green canopies and a sheer cliff's edge would normally pass beneath her, sands as gold as her own scales stretched out, rising and falling in dunes carved out by the omnipresent wind. In the distance, the ocean formed a glimmering border, which provided something of a comfort to the dragon; it was a similarity that reminded her that while she no longer lived in the herd she was born in, she was still within Helovia, and, as she remembered the reason for her joining the Throat, she still had family here.

Sunset turned the world crimson and pink, orange and brilliant. The girl descended, angling her flight path to the crowded area of the Oasis, unconsciously making the decision to sleep at least near others of her herd tonight. She remembered a time when she was most active at night, when the midnight hour was the most magical, mystical time to explore, to adventure and learn about the world. In this land of Sun and heat, she had found herself shifting to a more diurnal program, though the night would always hold that special place within her heart and memories.

The lake stretched out before her, as she effortlessly called forth a spirit friend, a vibrant white one winking into existence an instant later. Though she held a smile upon her maw as she passed the groups of those who also called this realm home, she did not press herself upon them - many of them still looked upon her with wariness, she figured it was easiest to let them introduce themselves when they felt comfortable enough to. The spiritual lantern that accompanied her chortled its musical greeting, lighting the way in the waning light. A low whicker resounded in the dragon-girl's throat as she made her way to the edge of the lake, dipping her sculpted tiara to its surface, before lifting it abruptly as movement amongst the shadows caught her eye. Shuffling her folded wings, she peered into the darkness, catching a glimpse of pale hair framing a form swallowed by the darkness. Picking up on her tension, the white dragon spirit flew forth, enlightening the area and the leather-winged steed who shared it with the dragon-girl.

"Hello?" she asked quietly, ears pressed forward so that she might capture a reply from this dark, mysterious stranger.

@[Satanic Silk]
sorry for the rambles Amaris tends to write herself >__>

The girl watches as he extends a dark appendage to ward off her summoned spirit, the exquisite form of a white dragon glowing softly against the night sky. The creature rises to the sky, squawking a defiant song at the steed - and deciding to simply fly through his wing - or at least try. Should the form of the spirit come in contact with the steed, he would feel a strange warming and cooling sensation - Amaris experienced it often when the spirits decided to rest upon her back (or indeed, pass through her). It was difficult to describe the sensation of another's soul passing through your physical body, it was like brushing against something you've never felt before - something pleasant and almost addictive. The white eventually flew an arc over the dragon-girl's tiara, before settling upon the gold's caramel hued nape, the pale glow of the spirit illuminating the golden child like a flame fills a lantern.

His voice is deep, and his words were to the point - Amaris had to wonder what the great hurry was? But he was not unkind, nor did he seem afraid or overly awed at her - simple, easy acceptance like that had only ever come from her family previously (she had to remind herself, that perhaps this steed also counted as her family, as he was of her herd, right?). A small smile curled her lips as she nodded in greeting to him, before she returned the sentiments in her low, melodic hum of a voice; "and a good evening to you, sir. I am Amaris, and I hold no specific ranking like yourself." With another small nod, she conceded to his higher ranking. "I am but a humble citizen, hoping to learn more about the lands before I decide which path I want to wander." There was a time in the Edge when she had wanted to become a Wraith, to work her way towards being a spy, but did she still hold that desire? It was true, what she had said - she honestly did not know what path she would take - but whoever did?


@[Satanic Silk]
her rank says Disciple but that won't be official IC for Amaris until a herd meeting lol >__>

Too much hurry, the little white lantern voices within the skull of the dragon-girl, its tones one of firm judgement and criticism. Or perhaps he simply isn't used to us, Amaris tried to soothe the little soul-light in return, amusement trickling through the psuedo-bond her magic allowed them to form when the spirits were called forth from wherever it was they came from. The white mentally sniffed at Amaris, chortling a curious chorus as it remained perched atop her nape. The golden child gave no outward indication of the conversation they shared; few understood it, fewer still accepted it as within the realms of possibility.

He speaks, and the girl listens to her would-be tutor with rapt attention. He is her senior, both in age and rank, and she was still new to this herd - she wanted to make a good impression; it wouldn't do to offend the first one she met outside of her relationship with her cousin. He proposed a lesson, and the girl smiled a radiant grin, her eyes filling with happiness at the prospect of such an offer. She still had no idea what she wanted to do, but surely learning about what different classes of ranks entailed could only help her decision? The girl wondered whether all the herds were similar in their approaches to the different ranks - the Edge had been a realm where knowledge was prized over many other things; was the Throat the same?

"It would be an honour," the girl spoke, honest and truthful with her words, genuinely looking forward to learning from the master of his rank.


@[Satanic Silk]