A sleepless night lay behind him. A night where he had tossed and turned, paced and worried. The day before; he had arrived back at the Throat from a fruitless journey to the Threshold and just as he sored in over the oasis the warriors had left for the Edge. Blood running cold Breeze had searched the ranks for Kiara, but he’d soon stopped, knowing it was a waste of time. She would not march first to the Throat and then back up north, that would be foolish and Kiara was no fool.

The creamy colt had not dared to follow the soldiers; instead he stayed behind choosing the worry and the restless half-sleep. At the gray hours of dawn he finally fell asleep in the shade of a red rock. But his rest wasn’t long…

In his sleep creamy ears stood up and flickered, nostrils vibrated and on the inside of his eye lids he saw an image of the roaned flicka. She was dancing before him, calling him with her sweet voice, urging him to play with her, wanting him to touch her. Nostrils widened. But something was wrong! Blood suddenly covered her body and her emerald eyes stared empty at him. With a frightened whinny Breeze woke up. Disoriented he looked around knowing he’d heard her voice not only in his dream. He could smell her too! And the blood.

The young stallion scrambled to his feet and then he heard her voice: "Breeze!! Breeze I told you i'd be alright!!" Alright? Then where was the smell of the blood coming from?! He took to the sky in one powerful jump and push-down of his wings and then he soared down towards the oasis.

He spotted her immediately, landed in a lope and slide stopped before her. Without thinking he threw his neck around her and pulled her close. Quickly realizing what he was doing the youngling backed off and cleared his throat. He felt a bit embarrassed and his face became hot. But he was soon distracted by her bloody wounds. The deep cuts on her beautiful rear end and the rust-colored dried blood striping her hindquarters made his heart ache. "Alright?! You call this alright? Oh Kiara…" He exclaimed with as much frustration as relief in his voice. She was alive after all.

"We have to get you to Onni… now where is she." Breeze mumbled and looked around. It was pretty dead by the desert oasis and the young pegasi realized that Onni must have gone to the Edge to heal the soldiers. Then why had Kiara traveled all the way to the Throat if help was over there? Had they lost? Was Kiara the sole survivor? "What happened exactly?" he asked in a serious voice.

[Ooc; After you reply here we can do a half-way-thread in the Thistle Meadow or the Secret Grove, just playing out their journey a bit, what do you think? =)]