She wonders what it will be like, when they are an island. Will they be lonelier than they already are, isolated from visitors who do not bear wings? How will her mother find them, if she ever comes home? Madyrn and Maskan? Lace? Despite the Sun God's promise that this is for her, the girl cannot shake her deep-set dislike, her itching, aching concern that this is merely something else which sets her apart. Gaucho will not need the bridge. Nor will Sohalia, or Ampere, or any of the other ranked members of her herd.

Tandavi is alone on the burning sand, and she thinks that the ground is a wretched place to be.

Black and cream, her brother skips ahead of her, blithely ignoring the turmoil of his sister. He feels lonely, to be sure, the same way she does, yet it bothers him less- he has her, and Inari, and has never shared her terror that they are secretly disdained, unwanted members of a family they have never fully occupied. Three tails swing in the delicate birdsong breeze as the fennec leaps from shrub to shrub, stalking some invisible lizard or mouse, running ahead before swinging back with a grin. The girl watches him and feels some of her anxiety melt slowly away- because he's right, after all. She worries too much. The Sun God's reassurances should be more than she could ever need.

Black eyes narrow as the boy grows still, massive ears raised at some distant sound. She has not been watching the horizon to the north, but as she follows his gaze she realizes a figure stands outside the unfinished wall, distant and lonely, earth-bound as she. Onyx gaze blinks, and the girl stares thoughtfully, wondering who the stranger might be. It is only when Natraj bounds forward, calling back through their bond, that she realizes there is an easy way to find that answer. Slowly, purposefully, the copper girl follows in minuscule steps.

She reaches the pair after her brother, who has stopped a length away to stare raptly at the red. Dragons are something the boy was raised with, raised by- they both were, and every time they see one it is a wealth of warm memories with a low, painful ache. Tandavi stops at the kitsune's side, eyes drifting carefully between dragon and mare.

She has never met a dragon so richly feathered, and never met a mare with such delicious locks. Yet there is something more immediate, more exciting about the pair than merely their looks, and as Tandavi looks down upon the shorter creature she feels her heart beat tight within her chest. The long-haired dun smells of half forgotten dreams, of salt mist and pine trees, and the girl cannot help it: she asks the question which has boiled on her tongue since she first saw the dragon, alto voice tumbling forth in a mixture of hope, and curiosity, and accusation, and want.

"Are you from the Edge?"


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