He knew so little.

His mind was vibrant in her own, radiating forgotten youthful exploits. Occasionally his tiny body would tense, his claws wrap tightly around her mane, and send visions of an unknown object to her. The subjects of these manifestations were laughably simple. Once it was of a bird, another time it was a butterfly. She answered readily each time, the dragon trilling in excitement at her replies. To feel his vehement, innocent ebullience filled her with a profound vivacity. She found a sudden innate sense to teach him more, to invoke another elated trill from his vernal chords.

To show him the wonder of his home could be no better way. They traveled in silence mostly, for the reptile was still learning speech, though he had grown quickly accustomed to his limbs. He prowled fearlessly over his bonded, up her mane and to her poll, then down again, surveying each tree and rock they passed with an eager, predatory gaze.

And so her entrance to the Falls was exuberant, a similar thrill crashing from her bonded. She pranced forward to show him more, to introduce him to someone, to show him that waterfalls could be holy and trees could be immortal compared to their own ephemeral existence. But a call radiated across the herd, filling the dainty mare with inexplicable disappointment.

Fine.

She would attend their meeting for it was unfortunately more important than showing Hero a few trees and a glorified pond. He was less distraught, pleased to simply exist in such a wondrous environment. But that didn't stop her from arriving to the meeting with downcast thoughts and a sluggish drone to her illustrious gait.

The doctor swished her tail (which had grown considerably lately—the bone with it. The appendage was almost...leonine), listening impatiently as her restless dragon slid between the tendrils of her mane, playing with her flowers and gnawing anxiously on their petals. Her attitude soon faded, though, invigorated by the passionate speech of her leaders. She stood less reluctant, almost pleasant, watching unfamiliar faces show their pride. And, dammit, so would she.

Agnodice slipped to Resplendence, standing a stride or two back out of respect for the Medic's and the leaders' statuses. "If no other healer steps forward, I would be delighted to accompany you," She stated softly, curling her tail around her hocks and sending a flurry of ghostly flowers and petals lingering on the plush ground behind her.  

agnodice & herophilos