The Thief had been out of the basin more than in it since the reveal of the Kisamoa's true nature, but she had ho luck in finding the Lady Hotaru. Worry gripped Aisling as it never had before, and she'd traveled particularly hard the past few days, torn between urge to search for the absent queen and the need to be sure everything was still well at home. The Basin was about as far from Kaos' supposed haunt as it was possible to be in Helovia, but she didn't want to underestimate the reach of ghost gods. In her mind, the one who styled himself Kaos aligned to closely to her understandings of the one her people had called The Broken Bloody One, and that only meant that terrible things could be in store for Helovia.

The crack of thunder and the Booming voice rolled over Aisling as she and Sorcha passed the crumbling sentinel, returning from another empty venture. The little mare spared no time in answering, kicking her heels into the thawing ground to speed to the meeting place with all haste. It would not do to make your god wait, and though she had never stood in his presence before, there was no mistaking the Time God. Aisling took her place in the assembled, nudging her mate gently in greeting as she passed to stand just ahead of him.  She dipped her white head respectfully to the behorned deity before lifting her eyes and her voice to him. "Dia Na Drithle, I fear the Lady Hotaru will not come. She's not been seen in the Basin for some weeks and I can find no trail." Her voice wavered, worry for her friend layered with disappointment at her apparent failure as the Basin's source of intel, but she stood firm. She wondered if the God would have known this already, surely he must have, but she could not help voicing the concern. 

The fledgling dragon was nervous, her crimson capped head just barely poked out from beneath the green plume of her tail that was coiled tightly around her. From her perch on the little white mare's withers, the normally exuberant and gregarious Sorcha eyed the gathering with trepidation. Aisling's mental strain on the recent weeks had subdued them both as the young one had never before experienced the levels of stress that radiated from her bonded. Sorcha was exhausted, just as Aisling was from their search and even the solace of coming home was interrupted by the thunderous summons. 

>>Zap?<< the dragon whispered into the mare's mind, and Aisling responded in the affirmative, trying to send reassuring thoughts along with it. Of course, Aisling had far to little experience with the God of the Spark to know if that assurance was worth much. Sorcha, however was somewhat consoled and scuttled down Aisling's shoulder and over to chirrup quietly at Johnny's feet, looking for her favorite griffin.