The dragon and her horse startled when the stranger suddenly made a leap on the spot with a stream of nonsense vocals running from his mouth. Fajira scrambled to her paws and flapped the wings frantically as she ambled backwards, and in a thundering cascade of hooves and flying grass the sturdy grullo burst forth from where he had been grazing, ears back and whites gleaming in warning as he blocked the other stallion from his bonded. Then, just as suddenly as he had begun to scream the youngster calmed down, attention focused on the little White. Lace watched him warily with the heart pounding in his chest, nostrils still flared and tense from the start he'd been given.

"... By all means" he replied after a brief pause as the younger grullo apologized, forcing his own muscles to relax somewhat. A black masked nose turned and brushed over the heaving chest of his soul-mate, a soothing stream of hot air enveloping her frame reassuringly. It always went out over her the worst whenever something startled the stallion. All emotions felt by him were doubled and transferred with such intensity to the lithe creature, making her respond it kind whether it be with anger, joy or fear. A weak mewl slipped from the maw of the dragon as she reached up and buffed her head against his muzzle, complaining that she didn't like this horned one. Lace had to agree as he raised the head and turned back to the colt, offering a brief, terse nod in acknowledgment of his name.

"She was entrusted to me by her kin, a long time ago" he answered, not bothering to reply with any names; maybe it was rude, but not as much as startling them had been.

"What brings you here, Carnesîr?" Lace bit back a grimace as sharp dragon claws pierced his skin, keeping his face neutral as Fajira climbed her way up his foreleg and over the whithers, only to inch in under his mane to hide - something she hadn't done since she was newly hatched. A thorn of concern stabbed the heart of the equine, his mind reaching to envelop hers reassuringly; something wasn't quite right with his friend, hadn't been ever since the fight with Archibald and his mutt. If they'd been alone he would have tried to make her tell him what it was, but with a stranger around... it would just have to wait.


[ooc: sorry for the wait.]

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-