David
*Sillu awakens, long body twisted around and laid out on the craggy, Elden rocks. She's soaked in salt water, which fills even her nostrils and burns as she raises her head. She shakes her head, coughing up several gallons of sea water onto the ground before rumbling and looking around.* 

*The entrance to get temple is no where to be seen, and everything around her is foreign. Cooled stone on death mountain, which in itself looks different, and the smells of completely new things everywhere. What is all this? Her master surely has new commands! Some sort of explanation! The dragon opens her maw and let's out roar into the air! ... But there's no response. Only echoes of her own loud outburst.*

*She can't feel him anywhere. The anger that usually filled her head, fed by her king was gone. The dragon looks around and hisses in weariness. Hissing at the world feels appropriate at the moment.*
Christopher
It is perhaps with a bit of reprehension that Din decided to leave the desert to go and help a newcomer to the timeline, only for help to have already arrived before she could even intervene. But perhaps this was a sign that she should simply take things as she always did: as a time to wander about the land and take in its sights. 

With the water currently being poisoned, this truly changed nothing for her. The decanter that Nayru had gifted her still flowed with fresh water, and thus she was never at a loss for it. She felt the plight of the others, she truly did. But there was a singular certainty that the woman knew: she would outlast. No matter what the oracle encountered, she would survive.

... Which is why when a roar split the air and rung about in her ears, Din took the time to wince and clap her hands over her ears... Before searching for the source of the noise.

... It certainly did not take long. The long, scaled form of a serpentine dragon rose and looked about. It was similar to the one she had seen Wind fly on and into the desert (and then proceed to fall from), yet this one was less... Neutral, perhaps. Had a bit of an awareness to it? Or rather, it looked to be doing so. It? He? She? The nature of dragons eludes her.

... Not to mention her apprehension of them. Onox was, after all, a dragon himself. 

Din nonethelss raised her head, chin jutted up. And a hand is raised as well, waving about as if to flag the dragon down. Even if the outcome is terrible, she could simply make a very quick getaway and have a very fun story to tell. 

"*Excuse me!* It's rather rude to roar in the ears of a woman! Do you not have any manners left?" ... On second thought, this was perhaps a terrible idea.
David
*Something is chittering at her nearby. The dragon looks around before spotting the waving arm of Din, and is suddenly caught in a dilemma. Normally her master would likely tell her to just eat such a creature, but this one has red hair, and even from here, smells like the sun scorched sands.* 

*With Gerudo having been long chased out of Hyrule in her own timeline, she ... Really isn't sure what to do with someone who has these traits. Or anyone, really, there's no orders anymore regarding anyone. Still, curiosity nags at the young creatures mind. Her head lowers as an eye is turned towards Din, getting an up close look at the Oracle. Sort of like how a bird turns it's head to examine an object more closely.* 

*There's a reptilian rumbling sound from beasts maw before it gives her a closer sniff as well. The head turns again to gently nudge Din's exposed belly.*

*Now this is confusing. She smells like Hylians, too! How could one bare the scent of both her master and his enemies? ... Did she fight the Hylians? The Vai in her world had been banished for being his followers, having not yet turned on Voe leadership yet. But she's never seen one resembling a Gerudo Vai, either. Only heard of them through her masters angered thoughts.*
Christopher
Din watches the dragon slowly begin to lower herself, a rather large eye staring intently at the Gerudo woman. The nose, close to her belly. Cold, yet the breath is hot. Gunpowder that's been lit in the winter. All capabilities, there. Din is a strong spirit, she certainly know that— if it came down to it, she would have the strength to run from this creature. 

Her hands raised up instinctively to allow access (and prevent vaguely from being bitten off immediately). There was no real way for her to know what this beast was thinking. And she's not sure she understood what she was saying. 

She's rusty, but... With a breath, the oracle begins to speak in the Force Era's dialect. "Can you understand me here?"

A pause. She swaps to the Era of Time: "Or any better here, perhaps? I do not know many other versions of Hylian. I have yet to learn this one's, though by magic it is with me."

At the very least, her smile is with no teeth. But still there.