"Afternoon Ambrosia, Guardian." comes an interjecting voice, and her lovely head turns with a brow furrowed more, thrown off her normal course of action (run, if the hide is black) by the fact of Guardian’s existence. if she couldn’t trust black against white, then she was quite out of her depth in protecting herself. life was complicated outside the white, cloudlike, throngs of angel packs. "Enderly." says the angel, a very, very distant relative of hers (if one at all), and she understands the sound of greeting-by-naming in the other female’s voice. "qui niger est alius non credo, lupus daemonis..." she murmurs to Guardian as Ambrosia speaks to the new addition in a language that she still cannot understand quite fully. "Mirum est, cum tamen non videor, ut quod sentio comfortable vobiscum Guardian"

and there is a note of mistrust easily caught on the breathy whisper of her words, a step made to become nearer the white freckled male who she had otherwise mistrusted in much the same way a few minutes or so before. then it has come time for descriptions of diveen as she had asked, and it seems to her that it is quite a welcoming place. very like the steppe from which she had come out from amongst the healer bloodline pack, or at least one of the healer bloodline packs. she listens to their relation to the others, how ambrosia and guardian both spoke of beauty and family. her face grows in nostalgia. "domus erat, in praecedenti, quia talis non grata sanguine natus, si non molestum est, confido me libenter maxime inter angelos. praesertim si de veritate magis daemones."

her solar flare eyes look well into guardian’s before there is a glance sent instead towards enderly as guardian speaks to ambrosia and her ears are left open to the commentary from brother to sister. she lets a little drifting glance alight on ambrosia and then shifts them again to enderly. "gazardiel sum. dimitte me, ut loqueretur tibi sum lingua nescit proprie." she says softly, if a little cautiously, as she takes a few steps from the related duo and towards the dark male. her muzzle is extended, willing to risk the proximity, if only because Heyel supposedly approved at least of the beast himself, if not the courtship of his progeny. she was well aware of that kind of particularness thanks to her breeding and her many years spent among those who though that her breeding made her a loose cannon. a wild card.

well, it was true, but she was not about to give them the satisfaction of admitting it.

"gazardiel sum. enderly es?" she asks with a tone of confirmation in the question.