Zakroti gave a brief glance to Miry and Nen again as Nenra tried to pronounce the name and Miry referred to them as Dragons. The Warlord chuckled to himself weakly for a moment and gently wrapped an arm around the young Gem almost protectively as she clung to him, turning her slowly to get a good view of it. "No, not Dragons. These are no beasts of legend who come to burn down villages or eat children, Dragons would make this look like a mouse I have no doubt. No, you can think of it almost like a Horse. It's Ganaut. Gaar Nort" Zakrroti said as he nodded to the handler who backed away to leave them. He watched as Nenra approached the creature and lay her hand upon it, raising a brow at the bold move but making no move to stop her. She seemed to understand and pet it quickly enough, a result of Gemmenite magic he imagined, for they were often put to work handling animals and those Drakken who had blood lineage to such gems often exhibited a great affinity with nature than those without. Ot had long been the primary strength of the Drakken species that it was not only compatible with many of the other species upon the continent, but they were also capable of absorbing various traits and elements from these partners. It was no secret that the difference in stature between the Great Drakken and the West Drakken had been in no small part a product of this, Zakroti's own eyes betrayed Kalderan lineage in his bloodline. The Gaunt Drakken, or Ghost Drakken, who lived in Aylhami a Vorguli, an isle upon the ocean east of Kalderas, had supposedly mingled with people of far off lands which gave them a distinct appearance too from their landbound cousins. Zakroti heard Nen's question and smiled to himself again. He rubbed the beast under its chin carefully, continuing to pet it for a few moments before removing his hand and speaking to it clearly and resolutely, a single word command to the powerful beast-mount. "Postat." No sooner had the word been uttered than the creature lowered itself down to rest its belly on the ground, bringing it down to a level on which one would easily mount it and set themselves upon the saddle it bore. The being let out another unusual vocalisation, a chittering noise followed by it hitting its tail off the ground several times, causing a rhythmic thumping nose. The young lord motioned for the two women to climb on up with a reassuring smile across his face "They don't bite. Unless you threaten them. Or you poke their eyes." Zakroti said reassuringly - or perhaps rather in an attempt to be reassuring, his choice of words left something to be desired, there was no doubt about that. He didn't suspect Nenra would have much trouble, she certainly seemed the bolder of the pair, having already made contact with it. It was Miry whom he worried would be too scared to dare mount Valyatonzstar.