"Everybody meets him eventually," Elegance shares good-naturedly with the newcomer. ELEGANCE
She's accompanied her father before on patrols and she knows that there are strangers out there to be wary of; but she feels no such thing with this one. Any horse that could craft creatures out of clouds surely could not be bad. To Ellie's young mind, such a creator of wonderful things would only be capable of that.
The little girl has not yet learned about the corruption of Magic and the way that it can shape a soul. Of how it can be turned inside out, upside down, twisted and mangled into something that the beating heart within it no longer recognizes.
"We call him a Guardian here," says the pegasus child. Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to recall the branches of her family tree. It is blurred between the presence of many uncles and an aunt, of cousins that all race and romp along the Taigan trails as she does. That they are family is what she truly knows; they are what Taiga represents (or so she has been told). She smiles when the overo woman says that she is a friend and so Ellie decides that she might be family too because are the two really so different?
"He's my uncle," she explains to the painted mare and smiles shyly. "But he's very kind." Her blue eyes brighten playfully and the winged filly looks like an extension of the Mountain; she looks fae and impish beneath the dappled sunlight as she looks to her new friend. "My name is Elegance." There is a deep scrape on her front knee that is still healing from a rather daring chase that she gave Reave - both children had ended up with cuts and nicks from the speed and sharp turns they had taken. (It makes her admire the scar on the face of the wanderer even more. How had she come by it, she wonders?)
"But call me Ellie, please."
The cloud creatures frolic then, dancing around her and the striped girl looks away from their maker. There are many horses within Taiga that are gifted - her father can vanish in a blink, her uncle can sense traces of the past as her grandmother can and many of her cousins have some kind of semblance of those familial gifts.
What Kagerus is showing her is entirely new and her eyes are still wide when she looks back to the fog whisperer.
"There are more parts of you?" she asks earnestly as her mind reels with all the (dreaming) possibilities. "Do you live in a forest with them? Or are you from the sky?"
Pieces of a puzzle start to form in her mind and suddenly, Elegance looks up to the blue sky and then @[Kagerus]. "You're not a God, are you?" she starts, growing more and more concerned.