The first thing she noticed was that he didn't speak.  If she had been her foul tempered, short tempered at that, self back then, she would've demanded him why he wouldn't speak.  With a glare.  The biggest glare.  After the past years, Syrilth wasn't bothered by what she used to find annoying. Besides sexist fools.  Those were never going to stop being one.  He seemed to look around, before looking back at her.  His ears pricked forward and it clicked of what he expected.  It was like her father who silently asked what was going on after she got in deep trouble playing one time far too roughly.

If this one before her was wondering where they were.  Well, he was going to be disappointed.  "I don't even know either." Syrilth looked over at the ones still staring.  "They just stare or the bold ones come up and ask you out of the blue questions rather than give logical answers.  Although..."  Noticing one nearby, a golden cervine with large white antlers, and shimmering scales, Syrilth called out at them.  "Hey!  You there!  Yeah you.  Where is this place?  What is this place called anyway?"

The golden deer laughed as if it was a joke.  "You mean you don't know?!  Ha!  Why, you're in the Isles.  The Isles of Volatilis, ruled by our King Zirilo Viteri.  A descendant from the -"  Syrilth turned away back to the stallion before her.  There.  We're in...that long word I don't care to pronounce."

"Hmph!  You should be honored with the name for it is our original language!"  

Syrilth rolled her eyes.