Kyra saw the others approach, but it was the arrival of Black that caused her to stand and walk beside him. She enjoyed his presence, not only because she respected his power, but because she felt that sense of recognition towards him. She was content to walk silently beside Black, simply listening to their footsteps and the chatting of others. She was used to being quiet and listening, she had to listen all her life, it was part of her magic. To listen, to observe.<br/><br/>Although Kyralae welcomed the silence, Groog got bored with it. He looked up at Black, doubting whether he was a friend even though his Queen had assured him that he was not going to hurt him. But the man looked dark. He looked evil. Groog did not like that. Inside of himself he argued whether to trust his Queen or his instincts. He kept a close eye on the evil-looking man and a tight grip on his baton. It was not long before his attention was drawn away by gentle rolling sound. At first he did not know it's origin, but after a great deal of looking around and searching, he discovered that it came from the throat of his dearest Queen. He was confused. "Queen, you okay?" He asked concerned.<br/><br/>Surprised Kyra took a moment to reply. "Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"<br/><br/>Groog paused, composing a sentence in his head. "You make sound, maybe you sick." He said at last.<br/><br/>Kyra giggled a throaty giggle, "No, I'm not sick." She said now realizing what Groog was talking about. "I make that sound when I am happy. I suppose it's like a dragon purr. I didn't even notice I was doing it." She laughed it off, but in fact was partly embarrassed that Black might have heard it too. She did not understand why she felt that way, it was natural for a young dragon like her to be able to purr.<br/><br/>Satisfied Groog sat comfortably on Kyra's back, forgetting all about his previous suspicions of Black for the time being.