Dragomir had spent much of his first week within the Edge avoiding the other members. It was not that they were not kind or welcoming, as he had found them to be quite the opposite; it was that he was desperately wary of encountering another such boggling experience as that with Semira had been, the little dragon girl quite a bit more than what he was prepared to deal with. The encounter had made him desperately aware of the fact that the way of life that he was used to, surrounded by only horses who were as regular as the trees angled above him, and with every breath he took in it seemed that the Isle on which he was born and raised faded away into near non-existence.

It was not hard to be left alone here, however; it seemed many of the members were busy upon the wall that he had passed on his way in, the stallion having lacked the bravery to venture back out of the confines of the mist laden wood, and the others were always gathering supplies and information for their crafts and for the sheer purpose of knowledge. Mirage had failed to mention that he had been accepted into a herd of scholars, something that made him all the more uncomfortable; Dragomir knew little of the world around him, especially in this strange land, most of his knowledge pertaining to the lore of his parent's homelands and also that of the dragons that littered the island he had once called home.

He was snug and safely settled from prying eyes a midst a grove of rather closely growing yew trees, observing the myriad freaks of nature that shared their home here with the equines in quiet disapproval. The passing of the white marked grulla mare was given little thought, his gaze following her to a rather spectacular bonfire that she settled under, a call ushering forth from her lips. It wasn't much longer that an overo lady waltz by, coming to rest before the grulla, shortly followed by another stallion of similar hue to that of Smoke, though more blue in the tint. That they were all equines immediately grabbed his attention, a brief hope that no others would approach the small gathering, and that maybe, within the triage of similar beings, he might find a friend.

His large frame moved out from it's hidden cover, hooves quietly placed one after the other until he found himself standing alongside the rather stunning black and white mare. He had not noticed her beauty in passing, but now that she was right next to him and speaking, it was hard to ignore; she was finely crafted, her body comprised of seemingly hand-selected parts by the Gods, put together to tempt even the most stalwart hearted of men. An ear fell to the mare called Smoke, by the younger overo mare, as her words gave meaning to the small gathering and collection of plants at her hooves, Dragomir's heart filling with modest happiness as he found that today, he would at least gain more purpose and direction rather than becoming further lost in the myriad faces of the Edge, though he let his eyes travel from that of the overo lady to the web marked male, his confidence and silence within the group allowing Dragomir to assume that he was a long term member of the herd, then finally let them come to rest on Smoke, patiently waiting for the lesson to ensue as he allowed his calling to reach the ears of the gathered strangers. "I am Dragomir, new to the Edge and the knowledge you share," solemnly stated the rather stoic and simple stallion, his voice deep and rich as the black heart of the ocean, though he was much more comfortable in this company than he had been in others he had met here in Helovia and his voice was, for once, fully projected and full of his resonating pride, "but I thank you, also."