Venom wanders in...

Her rows of spikes and flame-ended tail make her look quite formidible, and she is. But she is always unsure of herself in new places, and with her warrior background... she hates it.
Her delicate nostrils scent the air, and another serian joins her, his colors of green, brown, and zebra-ish striping.

He nudges the first, and she looks at him indignantly and her eyes wander about. He sighs, walks a few steps away from her, and also searches about.
"Sionayra. . ." his voice is a low whisper. "It has been long since I was here."