Gaucho is mildly surprised that his son does not know of the Sun God. He shouldn't be of course, but is just the same. Afterall, all children born on his sands are aware of their fiery deity from almost their first breath, after all it is his light that constantly warms the bloody sands upon which many wars have been fought. Though, he supposes, his bull-horned son might have been born on his sands, but he was not raised on them.

"Sun God most powerful of all the Gods." He began, his voice a rumbling stream of adoration and pride.  "Control light and fire. He choose Gaucho to be first one he ascended."

At his child's second question, Gaucho had to pause and think. How long had it been now? He had ruled these sands for what seemed like endless seasons, yet not for so long that he had forgotten the faces of Midas and Kri... Still, time had gotten away from him somehow, and the Sultan found that he genuinely could not remember how long he had led the Dragon's Throat.  "Many and many moons." He said after a moment, his blue-striped shoulders shrugging slightly.  "Firesofs".

All the while Gaucho had been moving towards an area of the Throat populated by sand dunes. They varied in height, with some being over 40 meters tall, whereas others stood no higher than Gaucho did. It was here that the Wildfire had done most of his flight-instruction, for the sand was soft when landings were poor, and the variable height of the dunes allowed for beginners to experiment with gliding.

"Arakh can always visit Throat. Throat is Gaucho's family. Even though Arakh live in Edge, Arakh still part of Throat family too." None of Gaucho's offspring had ever been raised away from him, and suddenly the Sultan found himself mildly annoyed. Surely the boy was done nursing? If so, what business did he have being in the Edge? What was there that could possibly be better than the Throat? The Edge with it's damp mists and Moon Bitch couldn't hold a candle to the Throat. However now was not the time to voice such concerns, nor should those concerns likely be voiced to Arakh. It was with Nyx he'd likely have to speak should he wish to alter their current custody agreement.

But now was not the time, now was a time for flying.

"We start there-" Gaucho began, nosing towards one of the dunes which was by no means the smallest. It stood probably 5 meters high. Gaucho climbed its slope with ease, his muscles and hooves used to moving across the sands and waited for Arakh at the top. "Spread wings. Tilt to catch breeze. When run forward, don't look down. Where eyes go, body goes. Look up. Not trying to fly now, only to glide. Beat wings only few times, then angle and land. Watch."

The Wildfire retreated a step then picked up an easy canter and lunged off of the dune. His antlers were tilted up towards the sky as his fiery wings beat once or twice. He glided in lazy arc downwards, landing gracefully on the sands. Turning around, he nodded to Arakh. "Now you go."