Upon leaving Mitrongi with the group who had become her fellowship, Saida mounted her new friend and stead, beginning their journey towards their destination. She rode well as she was not new to riding a horse, she understood them and loved them, allowing her to quickly and easily understand this horse and caress it into behaving for her. The ride was long as cumbersome to their first camp, Saida noting that the Dragonkin whom she had yet to approach and speak to was somewhat struggling under the reigns of her stead.

As they approached their first camp, Saida dismounted her horse and kissed it's nose in appreciation for the work he'd just put in for her. [color=#96cf7d]"Thank you my friend."[/color] She whispered with her hands running along it's neck in gentle comfort. She was sure to put her horse in a warm location near enough to food and drink so he could replenish himself if need be. She then removed her saddlebags and slung them over her shoulder when she saw the struggling Draginkin ride up and dismount. She watched quietly and unknowingly as her companion assembled her things and limp to a resting stop by the already prepared fire.

A stew was already being prepared when Saida put down her saddlebags near her bedroll and pulled two bowls from within them. She brought them over to the stew and dumped two portions into the bowls and then made her way over the the Dragonkin. She delicately whispered a small blessing on the second bowl so it would being soothing comfort the he who drank it. [color=#96cf7d]"May I join you?"[/color] her voice was soft and gentle, echoing modesty and sympathy in it's depths. As Saida sat before the warm fire she handed the Dragonkin the second bowl before staring into the fire, her light blonde hair almost floating above the group as it lay fallen down her sides, reflecting the orange light of the fire. Saida touched the bowl to her lips and took a small quiet sip of it's contents. 

The soup was only just tasteless as it wasn't decorated in the many herbs that could have complimented the dish and were unavailable due to the current circumstances. Her face betrayed no such feeling or emotion as she continued to sip, placing the bowl in her palms that sat in her lap between each sip. Her deep blue eyes turned to match the Dragonkins, [color=#96cf7d]"Pardon my manners if you will, I am Saida Keyran of the Brightwoods.[/color]