There was something oddly comforting about the fact that the little winged horse hadn't replied to her. Ryden hated babblers. They rambled on with no sense and usually made whatever conversation they were having a complete nuisance, and she never bothered with them. Well, Koala Boy sometimes babbled but his way somehow wasn't all that bad.

But little kids were a PAIN... Ugh.

Smiling as the abraxan whinnied, Ryden switched positions so that she could groom his other side when she heard a voice behind her and almost jumped up to the ceiling. Was this person a GHOST? How did she not hear them come in? Raising her head, Ryden shrugged towards the girl - older, by the looks of her - but stayed quiet as her heart rate slowed.

Clearly, though, the girl was here to stay, as she was armed with bottles and a brush. Blinking, the fourth year watched as the girl performed some acrobatics and situated herself on the door of the stall beside her. HMPF. Now Ryden wanted to sit there too. Looked cool.

Eyeing the girl as she spoke, the brunette cocked her head slightly to the side. Supposed to be... TOO TRUE, girl. Too true. She snorted. "I don't really know if that's such a bad thing, to be separated from your family. I know, yes, it's horrible to grow up alone, but, whatever, if you're used to it... You could pretend your true family was anyone in the world. And these abraxans; they don't have it all that bad," Ryden found herself replying, much to her amazement. This girl - well, young woman person thing - had interrupted her quiet time with this lovely abraxan and she was cooperating?!

Orlando had softened her. Pfft. "Ryden, by the way." Yes, she was now WAAAYYY softened up. Soon she'd be prancing about the rolling green hills of Hogwarts with a random silly airhead, singing the Sound of Music and hugging. Yeuch.