Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

It was the great Amazonian woman that found her, the one Kyn had crowned shortly after her return. Nyra, if she remembers correctly. The Saluki's diadem of snowfall dipped respectfully to her ally's co-leader -- wondering what sort of personality she might find harboring in this particular Saint. 

"''ello," the wyvern chirped back easily, tail swaying at her hocks lightly. "I think perhaps I remember ye...ye vere a recruit -- an Underling that joined shortly after Donav found me." Here a smile would unfurl upon her blushed lips, happy to see a familiar face, before she explained further: "That vas before, in ze Canyon. I 'ad to leave ze Saints fer a time."

"Congratulations on your promotion by ze vay," she added, feeling a small swell of pride in her chest for Kynareth's Saints -- even if she had missed most of the major developments they'd undergone in the past half a year or so. "Ye must be very proud," she spoke her thoughts aloud, allowing a hesitant measure of camaraderie and warmth to thaw her icy features.