You suddenly find yourself staring face-to-face with the imposing form of an indigo dragoness, her talons and wings lined with silver blades. She gives a small, warm smile.

Rider. It is I, Zia, the warrior queen. I hardly believe I have found you again. Perhaps you don't remember me, but suffice to say that I am your friend. If you would accept me as your loyal mount again, despite the change in circumstances, I would be very honored. Please trust me; we have much to discuss.