Najya

Oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea, like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me.

She found herself strangely attracted to the water - an oddity for the desert-mare.  The salt burns her nose and the taste is absolutely overwhelming, but she had a hard time pulling herself away from the coast.The sickness had yet to abate, if anything it had found new ways to consume her senses.  First it had been scent and taste, now it seemed that whatever this illness was had now spread and was leeching into her vision as well.  She found that her vision now appeared in vivid colors - she could see the fire in every living thing.  Creatures burned all colors of whites and reds and oranges and yellows while the lands around them faded into purples and blues and subtle greens.  There were moments of clarity where the true colors returned, but for the most part reality had been burned away by fever and tar. 

The flaxen mare was alone this day, armed only with the sword given to her by the goddess, tracing the coast for no reason other than impulse.  That was when the colors she had only just become accustomed to went haywire.  The world exploded into whites and reds and oranges and Najya slammed her eyes shut at the intrusion. When she opened them again, the scenery had returned to normal but pinpricks of heat speckled the horizon. 

It was enough to draw her attention from the sea.  So with curved ears pricked, she made her way over to the source of such an explosion of light and heat and what she saw provided the only explanation she needed. 

One figure burned brighter than the rest - a molten white, the purest light.  Even without her normal vision, Najya could identify him.

The Sun God. 

He burned in the presence of the others as only the Sun could.  The others were drawn to him just as she was - like mortal moths to his internal flame. 

She lingered on the outskirts of the gathering, as she had her own suspicions about what was happening.  Another new land.  From what she understood from her interactions with others in the bamboo forest, the situation with wolves had not been the first encounter with strangers from a strange land.  There were a few faces that she recognized when her vision flickered back to normal, but she did not approach, for just as quickly her vision was again again stripped from her.  The flaxen mare plunged the blade into the sands at her feet and cocked a back hoof, content to wait and enjoy the Sun God's presence for the time being.