"I wanna be free as the winds that blow past me
Clear as the air that I breathe
Young as the morning and old as the sea"

She made her way back to the bridge at a leisurely pace, pleased with the herbs she’d found on this particular excursion.  Her sword was strapped to her side, as it was for most of her expeditions, the gold tassels and other objects that had been tied to the sheath jingling and shining in the light just enough to keep the attraction of the little dragon flying above.  The little white dragon certainly had a penchant for all things that glittered. However, eventually A’mal grew bored of following and flew on ahead of her bond mate - eager to return to the little nest in the rocks filled with trinkets she’d collected.  

It was then that she happened upon the little gathering - both small in number and stature - standing at where the sea met the shore. The little dragon landed ever so gracefully in front of the gathering of children, staring up at them with interest.  A small-equine had been present at her own birth, so she had absolutely no hesitation about approaching children, and any sort of decorum seemed to evaporate as soon as she caught sight of them.  She said nothing (obviously), but let out a trill of excited clicks and chirps before Najya could make her way to join the children.  

Obviously the presence of three unattended children had hastened her pace towards the bridge, but she was somewhat relieved to see that she recognized at least one of them as being of the Throat and the other two were at least old enough to be away from their mother.  Still, she wasn’t willing to just leave them all there. “Hello!” she called to them as she approached, so as not to startle them since she was approaching them from the side they wouldn’t be expecting.

“What brings all of you to this side of the sea?” She asked, in greeting to the bunch.  However, in catching the filly’s words she found that she already had a partial answer to her question.  She did her best to keep her expression neutral.  She’d never met these children of Gaucho’s before, she’d only known his children who’d lived here in the Throat.  She was unsure if the news of his death had spread to other lands, but that was not how she wanted to greet these children this day if they did not know.  However, Najya knew better than to assume.

“Ah, If you are children of the Wildfire then you will find many of your family call the desert home. Shall we go see if we can find them?” She offered, gesturing towards the pillar that would activate the bridge that would transport them across to the Throat. “Do you feel comfortable enough to fly across? If not, we can use the bridge,”

You introduce? A’mal questioned, having grown tired of having to look up at everyone and leaping from the sands to sit on the physician’s withers. “Oh, I’m Najya by the way. And this is A’mal.”