"HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST."

The little mare felt emboldened around this not so unfamiliar stranger.  Najya had never been shy, per se, perhaps always toeing the line between introvert and extrovert.  Her thirst for stories always drove her into the lives of others, but all too often she found herself lost in such stories as a child.  It was a challenge for her here in Helovia - finding balance - but she found that things were getting easier in time.  

A’mal, making a return trip from where she was shuttling bones from one side of the Rotunda to where Kis had addressed them had followed and spiraled down into the meadow, recognizing the candy-man from before.  Sniffing around for the delicious treats, the dragon was disappointed to find that this stallion had nothing delicious to offer today, though she was tempted to double check if there were any still tangled in his mane.  A’mal, Najya warned through their bond, and instead the little dragon stole a few bones from Gaal’s growing pile and took off back towards her stash across the Rotunda - leaving the equines to their business.

It was then that the large stallion finally provided an introduction, and a complement to boot. Heat flooded to her face, something that she was relatively unfamiliar with, and she ducked her head for a brief moment at the sensation. It took her a few heartbeats to compose herself, and inwardly she couldn’t help but chastise herself for being caught off guard so easily.  “Gaal,” she repeated, testing his name on her own tongue. She took a breath before continuing, “I consider myself many things, Gaal, but not a thief,” she added, with a wink of her own finally catching her stride and feeling able to stand toe to toe with the handsome pegasus.

Her hazel eyes then flickered back to his injury as she took a step closer.  ”Well then,” she said, smoothly, as she ducked her head to examine the troublesome pastern.  Using her magic, she blew the white flames of the Throat’s magic on his ankle, mending the wound and eliminating any chance that the decay clinging to the bones could cause any sort of infection.  She didn’t want to think about the possibility of what lingered in the marrow of these bones.  Najya found she was quite pleased with her work, and lifted her head again to gauge the large stallion’s reaction.  Only she hadn’t realized just how close her work had brought her to the stallion’s side - to his large wings she so admired and his frame that towered over hers.

“Uhm,” she murmured, uncertainly, awkwardly, before continuing, “Anything else?”  Her voice was quiet, hesitant even.  However she did not move away...

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