It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
"Throat very grateful." He began after Kaj had finished, nodding appreciatively as Mara slithered forward from his brow, wrapping her tail around the bundle and pulling it back. While she might not be able to braid it into Gaucho's mane, she could certainly hold onto it until they were back in the Throat.
"We happy to receive you. Throat will soon ... soon become an Island." Their plans were far enough along that Gaucho didn't mind informing the Edge King of his plans. They couldn't be stopped now anyways, and the barriers that he had placed between the Throat and the rest of the world could easily be dominated by wings. Pegasi after all, were always welcome. "You still be able to fly over, of course. But soon all others must go over magical bridge, and must have key. The Throat not have high cliffs like Edge, or mountains like Basin. This only way to protect ourselves. But our borders will be open to the Edge."
The dun shifted, still flirting with the idea of asking the King for a spar right here and now. It very clearly wasn't the time - it had Ampere to follow home, this assortment of herbs to deliver, and the Throat's quest to finish - and yet it had been so long since he had a worthy opponent ... ahh well. The painted King said he would visit, and the Wildfire took him at his word. He would be happy to have the King of the mists upon his shores, and would be even happier to show him the might of the Throat as well.
"Not need anything else. Yer chomoe anna. San athchomari yeraan. Gaucho thank you." Gaucho concluded, dipping his pierced muzzle towards his chest respectfully and appreciatively.
Yer chomoe anna. San athchomari yeraan :: You do honour to me. Thank you (respectfully)