The gentle brush he gives along her side is one innocent enough, but it has part of the girls frame leaning toward him. She cannot help herself- the warmth of his earth toned fur was enticing, and one she did not wish to see herself parted with. Again, the notion that this was peculiar was there, but not there at the same time. It simply felt natural to Ambrosia, and so she accepted it as simple as that. And when he was in full view before her bright violet gaze- what she saw there had a slow and warm smile caressing her delicate features. There seemed to be a new strength within the male before her, not that he had lacked any before- but it was more so.. hidden, tucked away. There was strength and confidence there, but one unhindered by arrogance or any attitude.

And then he barked, and though it was sharp and short, it was also sweet- his voice brought forth without any restraint. Taking the needed steps with her alabaster paws, Ambrosia was quick to join his side as she gave her own sort of happy call, a few barks thrown in with adolescent yaps. Her voice was sweet when she spoke the words of the common language, and even sweeter when she spoke her true language of Latin; but when it was she ever raised her voice to the heavens in song, it was a true thing to behold. And in those moments, the beauty of her voice came forth for a few short moments, and the young angel girl was tempted to let her voice soar higher, but she refrained. The sun had not yet found its closure beneath the horizon, and so she would wait. She would wait and see if Sorcier would join her in this, when the time came.

But for now, their focus was their exploration of this new place, and soon Ambrosia find her muzzle dropping low to the earth and taking in any new scent she could find. With a glance to her companion beside her, she graced him with a smile and gentle bump of her muzzle against his own, before her violet gaze flecked with their emeralds and orange sweep around them. Allowing her still growing paws to carry her forward, remaining in step with the boy beside her, she was content in these moments. It was mid afternoon at this point, slowly turning to late afternoon, and Ambrosia was happy in these moments. Before, happiness had never particularly come in the company of others- but in the past few months she had begun to reach out, to see more. And she was glad that on this day, Sorcier of Taviora had been the one to stumble upon her. She wouldn't want to explore a new place with anyone else but him.