Sleuth, thought the girl, what does it even mean? she asked her friends dispassionately, her thoughts awhirl with the insecurities and troubles she held only within the breast of her dragon's heart. Laughter of the soul buffeted her thoughts, dowsing her doubts in a magnificent flame, as dragons of many different colours came into existence around her. They trilled and sung, and the girl was swooped away in their emotions, forced to forget her worries, albeit temporarily. They gave her confidence where she had none, helped her to rise from her sandy bed and push onwards with her day, to better herself, to learn and grow and become worthy of the title she held.

So she stood and stretched, a figure more feline than draconian or equine that actually decorated her body. As her tail twitched and wings shuffled, she glanced around, before setting off on a speedy, light-footed canter and leaping to the skies.

It was easy to track her liege, her Sultan, the mighty Gaucho whom had been the one to give her the title of Sleuth. Still she wondered how he had determined her worth, had he simply listened to a whimsical suggestion made by her fiery-hearted cousin?

Or had Amaris unknowingly proved herself already to him?

Either way, she was determined to prove it to him now - to the herd. She wanted not only to be known by them as worthy, but to know them as well. She followed the steed from the skies, and consciously cloaked herself in the magic her rank had gifted her. Seamlessly she blended with the skies that surrounded her, and the girl felt all at once, at ease, invisible, confident. For one who has been judged by their appearance for so long, to be able to hide it was a gift, truly, and one she intended on using to better the lands that had bestowed it upon her. As silently as she could, she followed the dark winged-and-horned mare, as well as the fiery dark winged-and-horned stallion, tracking their progress to the water's edge.

The dragon-girl landed as the leaders spoke, hoping their words hid the muffled sound of her landing, hoping their attentions were too focussed on their conversing to notice the movement of dust and sand brought on by her presence. She wasn't too close, but near enough to hear most of the words said. She captured the identity of the red-winged belle, Ghost, and learned a great many things that were going on to the North. Stolen members, leaders even, frequent attacks and offences - it could only mean one thing. War. The girl shivered at the thought. Though she had been complimented on her apparently natural ability in the war arena, she had no desire to fight in a true war, to taste the blood of another in her mouth, to wipe the red stain from the scythe at the end of her tail.

Not minding so much if her cover was blown, the girl turned, entered a speedy canter once more, and took to the skies, still camouflaged, taking what she could with her, that which her mother had always said held great power. Knowledge.

[ ooc :: Amaris just be derping about, feel free to delete if you don't want her to overhear ^^; ]