Silas and Floriad remained uncharacteristically quiet as they watched the flames ignite on the Jotun’s sword. Silas just sort of stared while Floriad was busy readjusting her hair and her hat, and slung her staff behind her back for safekeeping. She walked over to her Dokkalfr companion and leaned on him as though he was some sort of tree. He made a noise, but Floriad didn’t budge.<br/><br/>“Maybe they’re enjoying the nice southern weather?” Floriad offered, half-jokingly, gesturing outwards with her hand. It was mostly rhetorical, so she didn’t bother waiting for anyone to answer. She blinked when she saw the Meerah approach, but seeing as she was with the Jotun, Floriad didn’t particularly care. “Oh! I’m Floriad. And this is my valet, Silas,” she proclaimed, holding her hands out to behold the Dokkalfr to her side. Her wings flapped idly as she did so.<br/><br/>“I’ll swat you,” Silas warned, giving the Sidhe a good glare before breaking it off. “Like a bug.” He folded his arms, which was a weak attempt at shoving Floriad off his person. “And… your names?” the Dokkalfr asked evenly, dragging his mace from the ground and into his firm grip, and then sheathing it. There were still troll-chunks in it that would have to take more finesse to remove, but he figured he could do that later when there was no one present.<br/><br/>Before anyone could say their names to the duo, Floriad pointed across from the troll encrusted landscape. “Woah, Nelly,” muttered Floriad, which earned her a quizzical look from Silas. Even Vival seemed confused by her sudden outburst, and he sniffed the ground to see what she was going on about. Even though he could not understand words, he knew that Floriad was drawing attention to something.<br/><br/>Before Silas saw anything, but the sound of armor clicking made him tighten his grip on mace, but Floriad swatted his hand off. Instead, Floriad took off, the wind beneath her moth wings blowing Silas’s hair back. Vival ducked to avoid the breeze. In midair Floriad changed back to her small size, fluttering in the air over towards the newcomer. “Hello!” she called, cupping her hands for added volume, and then giving the Epona a small wave with a tiny hand.