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It was warm in late Tallsun, and to Africa, Sky Island seemed more a paradise than even the cool Oasis in spring. She could not imagine the young creature succumbing to the wrath of cold nights, nor was she sure as pale sandy eyes roamed its helpless form nestled against the embrace of the appaloosa mare, that it would starve any time soon. It seemed well enough, though her experience with pigs and babes alike was slim. Charcoal ears wavered across the flaming poll, utterly uncertain what exactly their next step needed to be. Rei confirmed her suspicion quickly, and the dappled one nodded briskly – there was no doubting its immaturity. "She doesn’t look very frightened..." she mentioned, hoping to quell the other mare’s worry, because the tiny thing had barely stirred.

As the spotty desert mare began to tidy mud cake feathers, the creature began to squeal softly- the strangest noise Africa had ever heard. She took a tentative step away, narrowing one eye as her startled expression cocked to the side. It seemed Nasreen was no more comfortable. She too had retreated slightly, and the dappled mare passed a quiet glance by the other, pretty painted mare. Rei spoke on all the while, a cup spilling with ideas, and when she mentioned Silas the one-winged squirmed a little. "Ah..." she hesitated, for a moment, and the Zephyr picked up promptly the reason for his bonded’s bristling.

"I don’t think he speaks... piglet!" laughter bubbled in her throat at the suggestion, but it was not derisive and she leaned as near as she dared to brush affectionately her sister’s black ear. "Silly Rei..." she giggled, turning with a grin towards Nasreen whose mumbling had not passed by altogether unnoticed.

Rei craned forward to reach a stick, and Africa watched with still a childish smile spilt through her expression- but suddenly the creature stirred. As their painted friend whispered, the grey took another step away.

The shrill noise unleashed when it found not its mother beside it was awful! The Starry-Eyed leapt away with ears buried back beneath fire, her only wing flared in defence, and even as Nasreen tried in vain to soothe it, she dared not return. "What’s wrong with it?!" she cried almost desperately, frantic eyes darting around them to see whose attention they had attracted; the shrieking, she thought, could bring the sky down upon them... and they were only trying to help.

Silas who had been thrown from his rest, eyes the piglet with sharp, unimpressed eyes. He thought immediately that the creature would make a fine gift for his cousin (his interest), Fina. Ordinarily he was repulsed by the thought of consuming another’s body, but for the sake of their budding friendship, the idea was more attractive. The thought however, was fleeting, as Africa scolded him silently. Though fearful and quite put off by its voice, the one-winged would never allow him to sacrifice something so utterly helpless. Go catch a lizard! she snapped irritably, and the bird swooped from their company.

Africa