What she did expect to see was a scaled white dragon soaring above her seeming to chatter to her in what appeared a happy greeting. This she could not quite hold her mask so tightly, Fajira was the second dragon she had seen in her life. (The first sadly an abused, and enslaved golden beast who frequently had appeared waiting for death) With her muzzle tipped skyward there was a lit of both astonishment, and wonder in her black pupils. She was quite a beautiful creature, and seemed quite the friendly sort herself. Especially the way she continued to chatter to her as if Faelene spoke dragon. "How do you do?" She would ask catching the own interest in the winged female's eyes. Though she would not see why she would be of much interest, but all young creatures were curious. Though it would be a blind guess to know how old this one was. Dragons were a bit of an unknown subject to her, except for the rare stories she had been told about them. With an open mouth in a most wide smile she proclaimed, "She is bonded to you?" Without trying to hide the awe or surprise to her voice.

It pleased her to see the stallion gave her a chance to redeem herself, and by doing so it would seem in return he was more pleasant as well. Instead of continuing to beam at him and his dragon, she let her smile relax where it felt more natural. "Pleasure to meet you both," she responded her eyes moving from his golden stare, to the scaled dragon.

She absent mindedly stirred at the sand with her left hoof, seeing he was in thought. The silver equine began to walk, and upon his invite she began to walk in stride beside her new company. The sun upon her black hide she was quickly drying, and soaking up the heat. She kept her step in time with his, and ear turned in his direction while she looked ahead. The warm sand rose to her ankles, and felt good where she was most wet. "Choices are nice to have, I'm sure you'll figure out what's best for you by then," she commented with a soft lift of her muzzle, eyes taking in the sea. Some she knew some had hearts of wanderlust, and nothing could make them stay in one place too long while others it seemed had a need to tie oneself down.

"I'm much more of a stayer. I don't care for being alone," she admitted, though honestly she had never exactly traveled to travel. She was bit by bit exploring Helovia, but did not see this as the same. She would always return to where she called home, because she had one.