She'd heard the approaching footsteps. Even distracted as she was by the great beasts in the enclosure, Imenry was always aware of her surroundings. Therefore, she wasn't startled by the sudden voice to her side, but turned her head slightly, looking down at the woman with brilliant copper hair that was curling around a pale impish face. She was cute, that was definitely the apt way to describe her, and smiling in a friendly manner that made Imenry smile back, then quickly stop when the pain of the bruise lanced across her jaw. She rubbed gingerly at the mark with her fingertips before turning her attention back to the woman.
"Have I... what?" She looked back towards the animals and their trainers and shook her head. "No, I'm not even sure what they are to be honest. I've never seen anything like them. Is that what they're for? Riding? They are beautiful... they're much more graceful than something like an ox. But they don't seem dangerous, either. I thought they were trained pets maybe... like the War Hounds." She laughed. "You know, we Fereldans and our dogs... can't think of anything else to compare them to."
Leaning her weight against the fence she dragged a hand through her hair, trying to work out some of the tangles until the waves ripped around her face in a little less disorder than they'd been in before. She still carried her claymore across her back beneath the pack slung there, and the huge blade was sheathed in dark leather, the intricate metal and wood handle sticking up over one shoulder, spread wings and roaring head of the dragon shining under the early afternoon sun.