Any fear, any doubt that was squirming in the frail creatures chest evaporated as her father, her Apa tells her this man won't hurt her. Rika looks up at her Apa once more before taking tiny steps towards the mountain of a man. Curls bouncing she looks up at Volterra "Nag-Nagypa?" she tried in the words her Apa taught her. The words only meant for adults flew right over her head - literally - it was hard being the smallest in the room.
As the giant man lowered his head to Sarika's level the filly's blue eyes grew large and round. Yet she wasn't afraid anymore, this was her family, "hi Nagyapa!" she giggled and kissed the soft velvet of his nose. However the word 'Nagyapa' came out as 'Nagpa' but the little thing tried her best. Sarika could hardly stand correctly.
With front legs close together and back legs spread apart for stable support the little filly looked up at her grandfather's dragon. It scared her how the dragon stared right at her, but being only a few weeks old that fear was chased away, with a sudden realization. Flagging her tail she looked back at Astarot excitedly. "Apa! Apa! She looks like Zafir!" she said meaning they were both dragons...the filly didn't know what a dragon was though. Suddenly remembering herself Sarika lowered her head and spread her useless wings in a bow to the dragoness but then stumbled (her body very unstable) right into her grandfather's leg.
The blow knocked Sarika on her rump and scared her more than anything. Tears pooled threatening to spill over but Sarika shook her head and stood up instead. The filly was no baby, she was tough! "Im okay!" she cheered.
@Volterra
Are you both alright with me bringing Sabia in?