-- N A J Y A --

The little mare had not gone far following the battle in the Flats.  Her vision, it seemed, had reached the point where no longer progressively grew worse.  However she found it was almost impossible to differenciate between individuals unless she already knew them by scent.  She let out a small cough and again wiped the sticky tar off her face, wiping it against a foreleg.  Najya was thankful that the effects from the battle with the crocodile from the Rift had been temporary.  Within hours the feeling had trickled back into her forelegs and chest for which the little mare was extrordinarialy thankful.
 
Since becoming infected with whatever had taken her normal vision, Najya had found herself drawn to the sea.  The colors of the sea were still tranquil, even with vision that saw only heat signatures.  Every shade of blue and green spread out before her, warming as they crashed against orange-warm sands.  But there was something strange in the sea today.  Bursts of red and orange and yellow that had not been there only hours before.  New lands.  Najya knew very well what new lands meant.  She had seen the Moon goddess’ land.  She still stood on the shores of the Sun. Who had brought the islands into Helovia? 
 
There was no evidence of a bridge connecting the islands to the Flats, so Najya surmised that swimming would be her only means of access.  This, in itself, was daunting to the flaxen mare.  She was a creature of the desert, not the sea.  She waded into the water and when the waves began to lap at her chest, she again used her compromised vision to assist her in a way that her normal vision could not.  The water was warmer – and a more vivid blue –  where it was shallow.  She kept to the shallows as much as she could, keeping her footing for as long as she could and conserving as much energy as possible.  It didn’t keep her from arriving at the islands nearly exhausted. She had never been more jealous of those with wings.  Najya shook the water from her coat and made her way to where the others had gathered.
 
She arrived in time to see individuals stepping through the portal that the Earth God held open.  Najya couldn’t recognize particular shapes just because there were so many that had already gathered, so she stood well back from the group.  Her over sensitive sense of smell failed her as well as it was too overwhelmed to be of any use with so many present.  So, for the time being, the flaxen mare was content to wait – and to hope that any she knew would make themselves known to her so she didn’t somehow make a fool of herself in the company of so many.