Lyra looked bashful when she was called kind. Kind words really did warm her hearts. She grinned seemingly from ear to ear soon afterward and moved her head in a small bow. “You both surprised me, pleasantly.” Lyra looked off to the distance and seemed to confirm the words with some unspoken thought. “That puts me at ease, thank you.” Her smile softened and her cheerful expression appeared and remained. 

When listening to Surayyahs words Lyra listened carefully and thoroughly. Listening to others was always a joy, and the mission of bringing happiness was very admirable to the mare. A fond look was in her eyes. A sad world does need to be reminded of the good. The point of living and living life to its fullest, Lyra had felt.

“Ah, I see. That is very wonderful. I'm sure there are many who smile from the kindness of you and your herd, or group. I'm sure of it.” 
The mare remained restful, her heart paced comfortably in Surayyahs and Sir Schwoopys presence. While she was happy with their bravery and trust in her, there was a deep gratitude. Risking the peace with words before thought, though with a  well-meaning compliment was saved to silence. With a slight tilt of her head, Lyra leaned slightly and copied Sir Schwoopy. She could hint at a warmth, grass, jasmine and honey before settling back. 

There was a faint bloom of red on her face when she responded. "I did enjoy, a good curiosity lead on to a happy smile and the great presence of others. I’m very grateful to have had the chance. The wind can bring pleasant surprises.” A delighted laugh, almost short of a neigh escaped her when she took in a breath. She reached up and briefly cupped her hands over her ears as if trying to catch the sound of Surayyahs voice. 
“Tune, voice, and song were great gifts. It does bring joy and it leaves the soul with a fresh breath of life.” She clapped her hands together as if joining two ideas. “Just like dancing, the spiritual and physical last in the memories for a lifetime. Even when one cannot dance, or sing, they will still feel in their bones and blood.” A quick look of surprise appeared. The mare's eye widened like one would after making a discovery. Surayyah had a grace to her voice and movement, which reassured Lyra that she could dance also. A story in dance, a living story of art alive.

“Oh, I tend to ramble out loud sometimes.” Combing through her mane she tried to repeat the melody, and another question wanted to follow about the song's origin, and if it was passed down. "Thank you for sharing. If you have another question for me, I will share answers in return." She gave a reassuring nod and a gentle look.