Lavender crown dips in the direction of the cream mare.  Matching ears listen to all she says. He smirks at her laughter.  His comment had been in fun but that didn't mean he hadn't meant it.  Willing to give his answer but more words are spoken amongst those gathered and his words are lost to conversation.  

The dove mare states she is okay and he leaves his worries there.  Catching now her name.  His silver eyes remain fixated on her as she seemed to have something more to say.  The others saying their piece quiet as well.  He thinks to where he called home before replying, "Sabra is a beautiful name.  Such beauty should be complimented by a home that is as glorious.  I call the sky home.  Resting on the mountain side but there is an island... It is full of the most breathtaking scenery.  Ischia is it's name.  Just north of here.  I'll escort you to view it for yourself if you'd like..." He is lost to the deep blue pools that are her eyes.  Awaiting what more she had to say...

As the words left his lips a downward burst of air sent dirt airborne.  Yet another joins their grouping.  Another winged creature with a tint of green.  She strolls right up to him within an inch of his lavender profile.  He searches features for familiarity but none is found.  Only the name spoken is known.  A charming grin forming on his lips, "Who wants to know?" He counters.  She sports no hue of amethyst which is common with his bloodlines.  Possibly she was misinformed of her lineage.  His silver-hazel eyes scan over the creature claiming to know him.