Meg listened closely to the words of the others gathered before the god. Three sentences each, as the Sun commanded, but each set told such a different story. Four of her herdmates were present, and each had such differing visions it seemed… The sky-clad warrior spoke of herself, some dark introspection that trailed off unfinished. Maren was far more cryptic in her words, an abstract blend of images that made no sense to Megaera. Aithniel, with whom Meg had sparred, spoke of a vision as fierce as the young mare seemed to be. She had seen the potential for a good fighter but here was a fire that burned hotter than even Meg had within herself. The spotted mare that spoke after Meg was unknown as well, but if irked Meg that one of her home might have found loneliness there and she made a mental note to know the mare better.

There was another though, that disturbed the bay warrior: the tall chestnut stallion. His first words had not been so different on their face from Aithniel’s but he seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in what he saw that had a warning siren blaring in her heart. Carefully, Megaera raked her eyes across him committing his form to memory, and determined to not let him any nearer her home. Alerted by his bonded’s alarm, Gwaihir shifted around the fix his golden glare upon the equine.

The Sun God was not finished, after his small acknowledgements to all those gathered. Meg watch as he gaxed silently at Aithniel, and wondered if there was something more to the young mare than she had seen before. He blessed the unicorn that had spoken of lost friends and then turned his blazing eyes upon Meg.

The smile from her God would have been blessing enough for the bay warrior. It filled her, fed her. Mind now always partially on her daughter, Meg hoped that it would not be long until she could share the warmth of their fiery patron with Mordecai. She listened lovingly as he spoke, though not all he said made sense to her. Militant as she was, a fight had always been her first instinct, but she took the words to heart none the less. “I will try to learn and walk forever in your light, thank you.” Spreading his dark wings, Gwaihir launched himself into the skies, and Megaera sunk into another low bow. If the Sun God had anything else to say, she would hear it, and then she and the young windlord would fly home together.

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