Najya felt relief sweep over her as she walked.  For so long she had been alone in this strange new place and for the first time in a long time she had someone that she could truly call a friend.  It had been so long - since Shahan had sent her away to save her life.  She had been surrounded with those she could trust back at home, Shahan most of all. Here she had nothing - no where to start and no one to return to.  Her heart ached at the thought of Shahan - she didn't often allow herself the opportunity to think of him - and she quickly chased away the thoughts.  There was no point now.  He was gone.  They all were.  She only hoped that Mesec would be the first of many friends she would find in this place.  This was her future and this place was her new beginning. She knew better than to live in the past.  The very thought helped bring her back to the present.

"Ah yes.  The magical bridge.  I remember,"  he had mentioned something about that, but Najya could hardly tear her gaze from the water.  At his mention of swimming, she stood in a near-trance for a moment, missing the joke entirely. "The water does look…strangely refreshing…" her voice drifted off along with her gaze.  Najya had only seen the ocean once before, from afar.  Up close it looked so much different than she had ever imagined.  So…alive.  It was mesmerizing.  But the sight of such an expanse of water was almost completely ruined by the scent.  It was overwhelming.  So much so that the scent seemed to be bleeding over into her tastebuds.  Everything tasted of salt and sand and sea as the scent ripped through her nostrils and magnified it all far beyond normal.  She resisted the temptation to snort, knowing that whatever was dripping from her nose had the potential to be contagious.  Instead, she did her best to discretely wipe her nose on her left foreleg in an attempt to dull the scent.  It did very little, however. When she went to lick her lips, the smell increased further - almost as if her tastebuds had forgone their singular purpose of tasting and decided to adopt olfactory abilities as a secondary job.  

Part of her hoped the coming darkness masked the liquid that had begun to seep from not only her nostrils but also her eyes and ears.  It seemed she had taken more from the battle than just the sword that had been given to her.  Since she had begun to feel unwell she had been careful to keep a decent distance between herself and Mesec…just in case.  This was was certainly something she'd prefer not to share, unlike the stories she gave so freely.

The pair wasn't alone on the shoreline long.   One could hardly expect lands to be undefended when Gods had done battle less than a days walk from here.  However, Najya was surprised to find that she recognized this mare.  Recognition in this place was about as foreign to the flaxen mare as the scenery.  Najya had developed very few acquaintances in her time in Helovia.  She couldn't really call the lightning-mare an acquaintance, at least not yet, but she did recognize her.   This was the mare who had come to Mesec's aid in the battle with the wolves - and done her best to keep others (herself included) away from him.  Even now the other mare was…she wasn't sure she had the word.  Protective?  Defensive? Both?  Regardless, that did not deter her from introducing herself.  Ampere would find that Najya wasn't one to shrink under narrowed eyes.  She did find it a bit strange that the blue and lightning mare had addressed Mesec and ignored her completely - but she dismissed it seeing as how the two were clearly acquainted and she was the outsider. 

"My name is Najya" she offered the electric mare, with a polite dip of her head and a small smile.  "Mesec was kind enough to offer me a home in the desert.  We were on our way here when we ran into the wolves in the bamboo forest. And then, well, I suppose you know the rest." she finished, with a slight shrug of her wolf-scarred shoulder.  She looked to Mesec to see if he had anything to add, seeing as the two were so obviously acquainted.

It was then that she noticed that the other mare seemed to be suffering from a similar sickness. "Oh,"  She hesitated for a moment, as she wasn't sure if it would be rude to ask, but decided that it was plainly obvious that they were similarly compromised.  "It seems that the wolves weren't the only thing to come from the Rift-land," Najya began, this time extending a foreleg to wipe away what leaked from her right eye,  "Have you found anything that helps? Unfortunately, I haven't had much luck yet."