Syrilth was both impressed and outright frustrated.  Everyone was either too busy, found her appearance "dirty" or just stared at her in awe.  Really, who and what did these equines and cervines do?!  Stay at home all day?  With a toss of her head and snort, she began to walk back to the portal again.  Maybe she could get the hell out of here.  

Her ears flicked as a familiar voice called out her name.  Surely no one here but several who knew her name.  It was a name that was outlandish to some.  Unless they read minds.  Ugh, she hated that magic the most.  Not because she would be shameful, but how it had lack of privacy. That's when she heard the whispers.  "She's so sickly."  "She has no wings!  The nerve of her showing her face here!"  "How dare she walk among us?!"  "Just what is that THING beside her?"  "Those portals always bring such...such...wingless commoners more within our home!"

Syrilth stared down at mare, her mind immediatley knowing who she was, but before she answered her, she glared sharply at those who were whispering cowardly nearby.

"How disgusting of you all, wingless is she?  I care not.  She is my friend.  So beat it already, be gone!"  She spat, baring her fangs while spanning out her wings.  They were like storm clouds, black and eerie, casting shadows over some short enough and over Luvena protectively like many years ago when she found the mare sickly in the desert.  

"The nerve!"
"Oh what a horrible ungrateful - "

Syrilth summoned white fire, hoping it would scare them.  It did, causing a small panic before immediately willing the fire away.  "Idiots."  Her bat companion woke up finally from its hiding spot in her mane groggily before falling back to sleep.  The portal really did a number on him.  She turned back to Luvena, her wings and composure relaxing. "Is that really you, Luvena?"