She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

Later she might thank the gods that her family did not make her wait long before they answered her call. When the gold-tipped mare came into sight dragging her injured wing, Megaera ran to meet her. “Ranjiri! Thank the Sun God you’re alive. But hurt? Tell me where.” Without waiting for an answer the sultana bent her head to inspect the mare’s wing. “We’ll have to get you to the Sun Physician, or someone close if we can.” Meg was muttering, almost babbling, such was her worry. It was Ranjiri’s words that snapped her out of it and she glanced at the golden feathers before her eye found her their way back to her herd-sister. “I’ll take them back, the coward will answer for them.” There was something dark in her voice as the anger bubbled inside her but the black mood was subdued by relief when more familiar faces.

A young stallion she knew by sight and his desert small approached and meg nodded in approval as he immediately went to Ranjiri’s aid. She smiled slightly when he turned to her not entirely soothed but appreciative of his concern for the family. “Do not trouble yourself on that count, I would be more concerned if you’d waited on pleasantries first, but it is good to meet you properly.” Her face fell back to its serious, anxious cast but before she could speak again the blue thunder mare descended. “Ampere!” Meg called, thankful to have the power and support of the Gladiator in this uncertain hour. It was the Apostle, though, who helped satisfy the Sultana and Gladiator’s thirst for answers and Meg listened attentively to each bit of news that she imparted. She glanced at Ranjiri when her attacker was mentioned. “Someone from Helovia? Who?!”

The words Amani spoke were outstanding, confusing but Meg picked out what she needed and immediately interjected to find out what she desperately wanted to know. “Cathun said Aithniel was there…Is there any word of her? Were any more of our family injured?” She glanced around the circle, searching their eyes for answers.

When Megaera’s black gaze fell on the dragon steed’s approach, the expression beneath her steel faceplate turned severe once more. His strange red form declared himself one of these strange newcomers and if this beast meant harm to any of hers for helping take down his god, the Sultana would stand against him, size difference be damned. But he nodded to her, of all things and as he spoke of Ranjiri and Amani and all that had happened her ears losses their pinned position to come forward to listen though here eyes remained wary. She stood tall as she might, and when she addressed him she was every inch The Sunspear. She gave the stallion a curt nod and glanced at Ranjiri and Amani. “Dragon’s Throat is proud to have them. Are you from this ‘sick’ land then? This Rift?”