something wild calls you home

[aletta]

They are speaking about dragons and the displeasure shows up on her silver face as clear as the sunshine. If there were any doubt what Aletta thinks about those beasts, her ears fleetingly pin back when the lines of her face pull back into a scowl. What do dragons want here?

Do they seek to spill more blood? Do they desire to burn and destroy as Cazador had?

"What do you know of dragons?” she asks immediately to the spotted one, the question almost accosting. Aletta almost calls her youngling but the youngest mare in their group could hardly be called a foal. Scorch, though, could apparently be called grandmother to this one. The scowl lessens and becomes something less accusing as her dark eyes watch the pale mare. Eurwen. She tells herself, storing the name away.

The other one - the Khaleesi (that is what they call their leader?) - is called Neverwhere. Nerine does have a name and the wanderer gives the monarch a brief nod, a sign of respect. Not long after, she looks to her hairless companion again. Teasing, the smaller mare rolls her shoulder. "We’d go back farther but time didn’t agree with us,” says Aletta with a flick of her white tail. Scorch would have done wonders for Beyond, she thinks. Beqanna would have done nothing for her (though it has, thanks to the Watcher, thanks to Warden).

"Though I might be going gray with old age,” she teases with a wry smile, something that is easy to do with the former Amazonian. "I don’t see anything of a swamp here.” Her brown eyes glance towards the cliffs and ledges, "It looks like a pile of rubble to me.” The gray mare looks back to the group - turning most of her focus on Neverwhere and @[Eurwen] - and asks: "Isn't this place your home?” Her brow furrows slightly, "What kind of blindness do you suffer that you don’t recognize your own kingdom?”

If they had been expecting something more diplomatic, that certainly isn't Aletta.
She'd rather cut straight to the point - as sharp as that might be.