Najya didn’t make a habit of being late to meetings, but she hadn’t accounted for just how much of her day would be spent wrangling her adventurous children.  It seemed as soon as they learned to walk, they were running, always off on some adventure and Najya wasn’t quite sure when she last had a full night of sleep.  She’d sent A’mal off in search of Melita when she did her best to coax Clementine away from a cocoon she’d found this morning and was intent on watching until it hatched into a butterfly.

”Found her, with herd!” A’mal announced, via their bond - which caused Najya to feel both a profound sense of relief as well as abject panic since she was clearly missing something important.  ”Darling, I promise the butterfly won’t have emerged by this afternoon, but we need to find your sister and meet the rest of the herd,” the mare muttered to her daughter, doing her best to contain her exasperation as A’mal circled the meeting from above - an indication to any who were watching that the little physician would be along shortly.

The meeting was already in progress when Najya joined them, flanked by the little orange and flaxen filly who bounced along in her shadow.  She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she spotted Melita in the crowd, who seemed to have immersed herself into herd politics already.  Najya listened as Volterra addressed the herd, and her curved ears pricked when Ampere was named their new Sultana since Aithniel had been called away.  A smile flickered across Najya’s lips at the familiar name and she looked to the blue mare as she, too, addressed the herd.  When Ampere had finished her address, Najya dipped her head before offering, “Congratulations, Ampere.”

Then the little mare turns to Astarot - the newly named alchemist. “I think a meeting would be appropriate, Astarot,” Najya offered, pleased to see him taking such initiative.  “I’d be happy to speak with you after this meeting. I recently had a few wonderful volunteers who helped me in restoring some of our medicinal reserves, but maybe we could arrange some gathering expeditions outside the Throat? Better yet, young Patrick expressed that healers from both the Edge in the Basin were interested in exchanging herbs and knowledge. Perhaps we could organize trade with the other herds - even time it with the diplomatic visits - and if you already know some in the Basin that should make that easier.  All of this seems to fit in line with the Herd’s overall goals,” she noted, her gaze flicking to Ampere and Volterra.  Najya was pleased to have one so young and eager among the ranks - especially with the threat of Kaos ever looming. She knew that by pooling their resources they’d certainly be able to ensure that the the Throat was well prepared for whatever was to come.

Maren’s mention of reinforcing the coast certainly catches the little mare’s attention.  It was something she hadn’t given much thought until this point, but if it was something worth consulting the Sun over, perhaps it was something she ought to be paying more attention to.  If it was something that threatened the whole island, it would take more than the crafters to shore up the island.  But for the time being, Najya kept her thoughts to herself and mentally committed herself to help where she could when the time came.