Essetia appreciated ingenuity and it was a quality that Sabia appeared to embody in more ways than one. As the spy watched the winged maiden enjoying the warmth and aridity of the Throat, she listened intently to the lavish compliments surrounding its magnificence. It had been such a long time since Essetia had thought so highly of the desert she called home and it was nice to be reminded of her good fortune. Not to mention that Sabia was certainly correct in believing that a herd of this magnitude was always in need of assistance. “I’m certain that we will manage to put you to good use,” the bay assured with a flippant smile. However, the troublesome feeling of being followed kept Essetia from fully indulging her new desert flower, even though she was wise enough to question the impending creature at their backs. “Let me take care of it,” she warned harshly. After all, Essetia couldn’t have her garden threatened just as it was beginning to bloom.

Yet, their present circumstances were constantly growing more complex and intense as one horse appeared after the other. The first was the coal-black mare, stout and wild in appearance, while the other was more familiar to the Throat spy. Sikeax appeared to trail far behind the newcomer and (by the looks of it) was less than thrilled to have been beaten to her borders. However, the Sun Physician was not the first among them to reach out to Essetia and her troubled recruit. Instead, the moon-kissed lady called out to the spy, apparently meaning no harm despite her bold and careless entrance. She was mildly deceitful if Essetia had been looking to label her, especially after seeking to use Essetia’s key to gain entry to the South.

However, before she could properly scold the intruder, Sikeax began a small tirade that kept her from doing much at all. After all, Essetia wasn’t quite yet aware of the nature of the situation or of the fact that Luna had in fact been recruited by their Sun Physician. So, for a moment she waited until Sikeax had recovered from what appeared to be a bout of frustration or some other inward complication. If Essetia and Sabia had been closer, thy may have been able to hear her tantrum, but instead it was more like a silent movie—more action than dialogue.

When the Unicorn finally called out to Essetia (yelling and screaming aside), the spy nodded solemnly toward the Physician and turned back to Sabia with some hesitation. In some capacity Essetia wanted to wait for the chaotic duo toward which she was almost inclined to inquire about, but instead she moved on to cross the bridge. At least Sabia wasn’t daft enough to abandon her lead… “Well then, I guess this is one hell of a welcoming committee,” she sighed. “I guess you could say the Throat houses quite a few unusual characters.”