What was it that she had meant to say? In the shade of the Labyrinth, the shock of learning they had harbored the Moon’s get in the the land of the Sun had raked at Megaera’s pride. She had been ready to declare him a traitor and a snake, to toss him from their ranks and their home before the stallion could spread the malicious discord that his dam rained whenever she appeared. He had proved it, hadn’t he? The Sunspear hod not missed his transformation during the battle and even Gwaihir had told him how he had almost savaged the little white filly. This stallion, this Mesec was a beast a monster and Megaera had wanted him kept well away from her family, had wanted him gone.

It was her family that stayed her, by no words or action, just their quiet acceptance of the black hybrid as he approached. Gaucho had made no move against him, nor had Ampere, and both had been there, both had seen, and perhaps both knew more than she did. Meg trusted those two as much as anyone didn’t she? Perhaps neither were dear to her the way Cera was but they lived and breathed for the Throat just as she did. Even her own recent words at the meeting had worked to quiet her suspicion, as if saying them aloud had cemented her believe in the things she said. Perhaps in playing the wise Sultana, she had begun to find wisdom in truth. It was the Sun’s Truth, however that Meg was a stubborn one to convince of anything she’d been set against and she had to be sure of this stallion before she would allow him to remain here.

The gathered faces around them retreated back into the desert sands and finally the Sunspear turned her eyes on the demigod. He addressed her simply, with none of the arrogance or defiance that Cathun had showed and the show of respect marked a point in his favor. She set black eyes on him and waited for several moments, carefully considering how to approach the questions she wanted to ask. Behind her Gwaihir have a quiet click of his beak before setting into motion. So often her calming conscience, the eagle lifted off of his perch and took to the sky as if to say ‘You’ve got to handle this one on your own.’ In a flurry brown feathers her made to investigate the four-winged zephyr that circled above, lazy loops in they sky signaling only curiosity on his part and no aggression towards the other bird.

Finally Megaera spoke, her manner strangely stiff for the normally fluid form. “Mesec…” She tested the name on her tongue. They’d met once briefly in the wake of his mother’s murder spree, but even that memory was clouded by her questions now. “I assume Gaucho is the one that gave you leave to join us; was he aware of your blood when you came here? What would make the blood of the Moon seek to find in the realm of the Sun?”

Megaera the Sunspear