A’mal had thoroughly amused herself with the snow drift she’d discovered. The little dragon was very content in her new game of flying to the top of the drift, sliding down on her belly, shaking off the snow, and repeating the whole process over again. They didn’t ever have enough snow for such a game in the Throat and sliding on the sand just wasn’t the same. This, however, was a pleasant change. Najya was just happy that the little creature had managed to keep herself out of trouble whilst she took stock of her surroundings. From what she could determine, there was certainly no threat here presently. However she knew better than to assume that danger couldn’t appear at any time. That was the reason that she wore the sword the Moon Goddess had given her whenever she set foot outside the Throat, be it on a herb gathering venture or a patrol. Better safe than sorry, and all that.
The little desert mare made her way over to where her companion was busy slithering and sliding in the snow, wondering idly how long it would take the pair to cross the expanse of Helovia and return home. But her thoughts were interrupted by an abrupt change in A’mal’s snow-driven euphoria. Confusion and concern flooded their bond, and Najya looked quickly to ascertain the source. However when she found it, her own concern evaporated immediately. Lucius. That’s who A’mal had spotted. She’d never seen a zephyr like him before. ”It’s OK A’mal. He’s a friend,” she offered, with a smile towards the white and gold reptile, before quickly turning in search of Lucius’ bonded who she hoped wasn’t far behind.
She wasn’t disappointed.
By the time she turned, she heard her name floating across the snow. A wide smile tugged at her dark lips as she called out, “Mesec!” in answer. How long it had been since she’d last seen her friend! She had had her own suspicions that his conversation with Ampere had not gone well, and that was the reason that he had not returned to the Throat. However, she knew there may be more to that story, so she was unwilling to pry. Now with Gaucho gone, everything had changed. The important thing now was that her dear friend had been returned to her. That was so much more than enough.
“Ive been well but I’ve missed you! I’ve been worried - all this time and not a word,” she scolded, but knew that he would see the jest in her eyes. “How have you been?” she echoed, though there were so many more questions she wanted to ask - as impolite as they may be. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Why didn’t you ever come back? But Najya was an expert at biting her tongue, so to speak.
But the mention of A’mal was the perfect distraction. Realizing she had become the subject of conversation, the little dragon abandoned her game and turned her attention to the large, winged stallion. Knowing that trudging through the deep snow wasn’t an option, she hopped from footprints left in the snow in order to peek from between Najya’s front legs up at the large, dark stallion.
“This,” the little mare said, peering down at the dragon, “is A’mal.” She raised her head again, meeting Mesec’s gaze. “Just shy of her first birthday.” It was then that Najya caught the flurry of movement that was Lyra. “It looks like you have a new addition too!” Najya added, warmly, trying to get a better look at the small kitsune.
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dreams come slow and they go so fast
