As much as the spotted maiden loved her home, she was a creature composed of shyness and nervous natures, and sometimes the bustle was too much for her to handle. Of the entire herd, only two were aware she even existed, and despite her attempts to rectify that Nayati was simply too soft-spoken to introduce herself to others. Especially when her herdmates were so rarely alone, and she feared crowds would turn her back into the fumbling mess she'd worked so hard to outgrow. So instead, she traveled, never far from the Edge but enough to calm the twitching of her soul. Rathunax was more than pleased to go along with her, for he was a wild one with an adventurous heart, and the hunting was often sparse in the Edge due to all the other companions seeking similar nourishment.
Still fearing her usefulness, Nayati's pale snowy hooves took her down the familiar path towards the Threshold, where once upon a time she had lain bleeding and on death's doorstep as a weanling. Memories of Svetlana no longer haunted her with the severity they once did, but an ache of sorrow always pervaded when she entered the realm of the gateway to Helovia. Traversing the river due to Rathunax wordlessly whining that he wanted fish- he was a picky eater, and though she loved him more than her own life, it was an annoying trait- the long-tressed maiden sighed softly into the crisp autumn air. Her flowers were stubborn as ever in their magically induced presence, uncaring of the falling leaves and dampening soil, springing up in the colorless environment and shedding an entire rainbow of beauty and life in a languidly twisting path behind her.
Rathunax was flying ahead above the river, gullet already half full of fish and pleasing him enough to warrant a pause in his hunting to scout ahead. He was ever vigilant when it came to warding off or warning Nayati about potential threats and spooks, especially after he'd been unable to warn his beloved of Quilyan's presence and she'd spooked so frightfully. It was this that brought to his attention the wandering presence of the speckled male, and his interest was immediately piqued. A wordless call to his bonded had her quickening her pace, especially when Rathunax's mood suddenly became concerned as old wounds were spied upon the stallion's coat.
Nayati thanked the lessons her mother had given her, hoping beyond hope that the wounds were juvenile and would not require such magic that she was not in ownership of. Slowing as she approached, doubt clinging to her mind as she saw the figure upon the ground, clearly dozing, she awaited the familiar prickle of claws upon her hide before advancing. A soft, shy clearing of her throat preceded her words. "Sir? Are you alright? I'm a nurse, I can assist you if you need," she called out with her euphonic lyrics, bright ruby eyes full of concern as she slowly approached. If he was truly wounded, though her eyes catalogued them as old and healing, she feared he would react violently to her awakening him so soon.
"My name is Nayati," she offered, words escaping her as Rathunax cooed in his weird 'ryuu' way, peering over her shoulder to regard the male with a more apprehensive kind of worry. Nayati chanced a few steps closer before elegantly folding her scarred legs beneath her to kneel before the stallion similarly, a blanket of snowy hair spread around her while her flowers bloomed to create a carpet surrounding her, reaching out like a friendly hand towards the stallion the longer she remained stationary. Hopefully her own prostrate form would ease him, were he of a violent sort, and she peered at him from beneath thick icy lashes with a tentativeness that spoke both of her desire to help and her fear that the wounds were present because he was a dangerous sort.
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