Something's wrong.

Cera shifted from where he was knelt reverently at the Sun God's shrine, eyes opening to reveal worried emerald irises. Frowning face turned to where Ilaria was sitting, tail flickering worriedly. Rocking backwards he scattered sand as forelegs lifted from their previous position, clay clinging to his skin from where he had knelt for such a prolonged amount of time. What is it? he queried, frown creasing his boyish features as he moved towards her. Ilaria turned and waited until her prince knelt before clambering up his mane and onto his cranium. Big crowd. Commotion near the oasis. Cera's frown deepened as his eyes fell upon exactly what she'd been speaking of. With one last prayer to his patron, he kicked his heels and let his legs eat up the sand beneath his hooves. Massive wings spread wide and heaved his light body into the air, a sparrow's speed assisting him on the warm winds as his worry mounted.

The crowd had dispersed, but a wingless form was traveling alone, and in the distance whomever it was could not be discerned from sight alone. They had so few in the desert without wings, who could it possibly be? Ryuu was the only one he was even aware of, but the body was too large to possibly be the tiny colt, and moving too fast for his injured hooves. Disgruntled, he pushed himself harder. He knew their soldiers would not have let in an unwanted guest or danger, but he was the Diviner. It was his duty to know as many civilians as possible, to advise his superiors, and he desired to know the newcomer's aims and motives. At least know their name.

It was the glow of a familiar marking that first started the trickling of recognition. Ilaria's sharp eyesight discerned it and she transferred the image to her bonded. "Rasta?" What was she doing in the Throat? And to see her slumped beside the Oasis...worry swelled in his breast for one of the only friends he had left in the world. Diving sharply, he ignored the sting and the ache of his bones as he hit the sand far harder than he should, running for her prone form. Ilaria leapt from his head to his shoulders for better stability, chittering worriedly. Cera slowed drastically, ensuring he didn't kick sand all over the poor mare, and huffed harshly as he dropped his nares to softly touch her golden skin.

"Rasta, are you alright? What are you doing here? Ilaria has magic, she can heal you if you are ill." Ilaria cooed softly in affirmation, the pair watching the mare worriedly. Why had she traveled, alone, all the way from the Falls to the Throat? Fear clutched his throat and sapped the air from his lungs, making his knees shake and heart feel weak. Was his father in danger?