The dun nodded without surprise. Many disagreed with their climate. It was a strength of the Throat just as surely as it was an annoyance. Any who would come and fight them on these sands would fight the sun as well. It was why Gaucho spent so much time training here. He, and the rest of his herd, could race across these reddish dunes in a way that few others could. They could bear the heat and retain water by not sweating as much through their hours of training. Look at Ghost now, the Wildfire mentally nodded: It was no wonder so few of their kin were black. The colour would mean death for many. Pushing away thoughts of Einarr, Gaucho nodded and led the way towards the Oasis.

"No Bridge. Gaucho tell Midas long time ago about plan to keep Throat safe. This the plan. Pegasi like you and Midas can come and go - we never need bridge-" Subconsciously Gaucho shuffled his flaming wings at his sides. "-for rest of my herd without wings, they use bridge. Sun God make it so bridge give them flaming wings so they know what it like to fly." Pride dripped into his deep voice as he spoke. They had fought him on the bridge project, but in the end it had worked out just fine.

As ghost continued speaking, Gaucho's ears flopped backwards slightly and his gaze narrowed. Why was a spy here asking such questions of him? Gaucho required all of his warriors to pledge to protect the Throat, and so Ghost's admission meant little to him in terms of her rank. She could be a nobody and still offer her fealty. In fact, she should anyways. Unsure of her intentions, Gaucho flicked his tail.

"Gaucho not see Midas leave Falls for long time. Maybe he not lost, maybe he just out. Need to see something other than plants. " The dun chuckled. "Gaucho not know Essetia ... maybe new girl friend for Midas?" Another joke, sort of. Midas had had more than a few lovers since the two had known each other. Then again so had Gaucho. If he disappeared at the same time a mare of his herd did, the secret grove would likely be the first place the herd would start looking for him. "Maybe have nothing to do with the Basin." He concluded with a shrug. Of course that wasn't true, but until Gaucho knew just exactly who Ghost was, he would reveal no more.

Halting at the Oasis, the dun lowered his muzzle to drink. "Throat good. Have lots of construction projects going.".