Najya had re-adjusted quickly to life in the desert.  She hadn’t realized how much she had missed the dry heat and shifting sands until they were safely underfoot once again.  She had to admit that the journey across the sea on the wings of flame was alarming, to say the very least, but the feeling of flight was something that she still remembered.  The little mare imagined that it was something that you got used to in time.  

Even though Najya was a creature of the desert, everything in the Throat was new to her.  She was, however, relieved to find that it was everything (and more) that Mesec had said it was.  Safe.  Sanctuary.  She needed a place to rest and to heal, especially following the battles with the foreign Gods.  She had needed a place to rest and heal before the battles, but never got the opportunity.  After the first battle her eyesight had been compromised by the illness that had spread from the bamboo forest.  Now that some degree of time had passed, she felt some of the life returning to her bones.  The heaviness she carried with her had lightened somewhat.  The little mare allowed herself the opportunity to hope again that maybe she would be able to write a new future for herself.  

So far, the flaxen mare had kept to herself since arriving in the Throat.  This was out of character for the mare, but the need to process all she had seen – the fighting and the loss – had drawn her away from the others.  However, the familiar longing to be around others – to be apart of things – was tugging at her.  It was the fire that had drawn her eye.  It seemed that much of the Throat was filled with fire both literally and figuratively.  But it was real flame that drew her eye today.  Even from a distance, Najya could see the silhouette of another against the flames, and curiosity got the best of her.  

By the time she arrived, the flames had been abandoned for semi-built structures a short distance away.  Again, Najya’s curiosity got the best of her.  She found that the figure who had been bathed in flame had already attracted some company. It seemed the two were acquainted, and the mare hoped that they didn’t mind another.  She had done a poor job of meeting herdmates aside from Ampere and Mesec, and she truly hoped to rectify her shortcomings.  ”Sorry if I’m interrupting.  My name’s Najya,” she offered, in a rather clumsy introduction, but still dipped her head in polite greeting.  When she drew herself back up to her full height, her hazel eyes flicked between the two – the striped mare with the small wings and the unicorn that all but towered over her.  Najya smiled, genuinely, and continued. ”I’d be happy to help too.  What is it that you’re building?”