"Actually...." She gave a nervous laugh, "My dad did bring me back on Blizzard. And, from what my family was telling I could have very well died. Its a really long story though..." She smiled at them, "But believe me, Blizzard didn't like it. It was kind of just that he had no choice but to let my father ride him." 

She sat down on one of the nearby logs and looked over at Blizzard, unsure whether or not to say it actually was Blizzard or not, but then figured it might be best to not let them know just yet that this boy with her was actually her dragon, "This is...Brandt. I found him by himself on an island. He's not much of a talker." She lowered her voice, though she knew he could still hear her, "He's got a short temper and tends to bite people."

Whens he said that, she looked over and gave him a slight grin before looking at Calder's nadder. After the dragon had gotten what was left of the drink in his mug, the dragon had curiously went over to she and Blizzard, tilting her head to the side. Smiling, she reached her hand out and went the dragon approached, Ava petted it and began to scratch it on its head before looking over at them again, "Kind of like Calder when he bit Arvid over that wooden sword. When we went off on the shore lines to find the elder's lost terror." Well, that was one way to tell them she had her memories back.