Sleeping Dragon Peridot

A voice grabs her attention-- perhaps she might've scented him, but the wind did not seem to favor her today-- and she turns to look at the face of a tawny colored male. She blinks a few times before smiling, her posture low and submissive in regards to his already. "Not quite, hun," she says, glancing down at the plant. "More like at something-- though I can't for the life of me remember what it is..." she trails off, dipping her muzzle to sniff at the leafy plant once again. "Any idea what it might be?" she asks, nose twitching as she glances back at him.