Lyras's smile reached her eyes when a kind smile was given in return. A glee-filled moment made her want to run and prance, though she remained sitted. With a slightly raised eyebrow and affirmative nod, she tried to reassure.

“I am sure you are. I still have a lot to note, though I’ve seen many faces and heard tales and life aspirations. Very few I’ve met go out to impact the world in a good way, while some I fear are lost.” Her eyes closed for a moment of silence as her shoulders dropped. Wizards, merchants, and those who lived a life of training, while names were not always remembered the presence of them lingered. In the corner of her mind, Lyra was reminded of what some of the elder centaurs would hide in their stories while she was in her youth. Sometimes a raindrop may not bring something right away, though it may be all a flower needs to bloom. A bit like this field of greenery and the wilds if taken literally. A drop of rain also impacts the ocean itself, still sending ripples on the surface and shaking the underside.

An almost pained look crossed her russet features when the plan of moving on was heard. [i]Over the horizon.[/i] Though the two wandering souls had just met, the centaur felt that the meet was but a brief moment. Even though she was accustomed to traveling by herself since she moved ahead of her herd, a break in lone travels felt as if needed, desired for enrichment and curiosity. Something and somewhere to dedicate time, rather than wander on to the next location with no direction and spend the short days as long ones with a mind wondering what could have been. There was a point and two to her resting companion's words. Her face brightened with a flame of color. While peering into the sun-lit honey eyes, words did not aid her. Her thoughts also wondered if maybe it was an invitation to follow she tried to be mindful, but it would not hurt to try and ask.

“That would be a blessing of fate, and I definitely would be grateful.” A gentle smile appeared. She looked to the wilds also as if seeing what could be reflected on the mind while she listened about those in the group. They sounded interesting and adaptable. Personally, the mare found a bundle of strength in the woman with how she spoke. There was a determined flair that she could feel brightened the space. There were always the rare treasures of those who wandered and had a heart of steel. Caring of others, especially those close to them. It felt like a family, a community of heartbeats that worked together. She would not pry about if the mystical other was one to care for others before herself. At least she was not alone on the outside it seemed. The company of Sir Schwoopy and her people showed compassion and made the mission of spreading more joy through the sullen lands made greater.

“...Oh, a journey onward to more grounds?” Lyra had a curious gaze, her slightly pointed ears seemed to move back slightly. The tips of her nails barely tapped one another. “Seeing that I am always moving around, I would like to join you and the others there, if you don’t mind, and the others.”

The mare wanted to help and learn more about the journey of song and to uplift others. “More eyes can be helpful.” She quickly added before shifting her body in a slight turn. She mentally planned it out. News of the Dynasty was something her ears picked up on and tried to catch grasp on when out and about. In traveling, whether she kept watch and followed through shadows, the jungles could house many things to be wary of from terrain alone. Sharing her inexperience of a land structure not known and would not come forth in telling. Instinct had a way with people and creatures all alike. The gut feeling and when the skin would shiver reminded one's self that they had to be cautious. While her brain had temporarily switched to caution Lyra was brought back by Surayyah's words. Ah, a positive note. Not a drop of negative essence, she was sure of herself and the desire to accompany.