Verro hadn't been sure where she was going, that particular day she'd decided to spread her wings and fly, as long as it took her far from the Throat. She had spared a fleeting thought for her mai, she was busy looking for one of her daughters while juggling herd responsibilities now she'd been elevated, how would she feel now her other daughter had taken to the wind on wings of spirit fire, seemingly never to return?

The filly had a few words which swirled in her mind, but pushed them aside with another stroke of her ever growing wings and a shake of her delicate head. Already made up mind, she'd muttered to herself internally, no point thinking on it any longer. Besides, it wasn't like she had any idea's to go anywhere dangerous, no matter how exciting the prospects were to run into danger and make stories of her own. The landscape beneath her changed colours in splattered stains, green, orange, reds and bright colours of ever blooming flowers peppered her lilac sights, just as the smell of Orangemoon invaded her nostrils with smells both sweet and smokey and the salt sea brought in from the west. Pale wings tilted in the breeze as her legs pulled closer into her petite but sturdy frame, the sky and the land beneath her switched places again and again as she rolled. She'd straighten up for a few moments until the dizziness which encroached on her vision disappeared and she'd do it again, a whinny of delight lost into the winds.

Part of her would miss the Dragon's Throat, but it wasn't like it was goodbye forever. The filly had never sat still, it simply wasn't in her nature. Her mother's wild streak, and her father's wild fire rested within her core and beat with all the fervor of the suns radiant flame. She'd return no doubt, but there were ghosts there, and questions that would never be answered — at least not now, and the painful gap left by Tasokh wasn't going to heal whenever she woke up to her side empty in their nest.

Eventually, the sand princess spied what she had been looking for — the shattered glass which sparkled in the sunlight, with a backdrop of misted forest and sheer cliff faces. Nephele had mentioned the place a time or two, as well as mentioning one or two of the inhabitants that dwelled within the misted domain. Her wings pulled in as she began her descent from the clouds, her wings brushed against the air in gentle beats in order to bring her down gracefully just short of the invisible border line she knew would be there. One cream hoof pressed against the soft ground before the rest, graceful in her touch down to earth. The flames upon her wings bloomed brighter now she could properly see everything, the white flames danced and crackled with both excitement, curiosity and nervousness. What if they sent her back home? She was old enough to be away from her Mai now, wasn't she? They couldn't send her back, that they might not want her? that didn't cross her mind at all.

Painted muzzle curled to nuzzle itself against the beads and feathers in her cream mane, the black feathers of her father pressed against her velvet nostrils. She hoped somehow that they might fill her with enough fire to beat back the nervousness and second guessing which now invaded her thoughts. After a moment, she mustered up enough strength in her to let out a whinny, hopefully one that the forest wouldn't swallow and leave her stood there until the sun disappeared for the moon.

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The silence the forest answered with was deafening for the Sand Princess, each tick of time could be heard by her soft ears, each twitch of her neck earned her a jingle of the beads which held the feathers tightly in her silken tufts of hair. Surely, someone would come, right? It would be rather rude to leave someone to linger on the borders when they had traveled so far. She shifted to a more comfortable position, hind leg propped upon the tip of her hoof as her bright gaze surveyed the mists, narrowed as though it might help her make out shapes of something which lingered behind the curtain.

Eventually, something arrived and lilac orbs watched with curiosity and elation, finally someone had come. A Colt of chocolate and gold was revealed to her and her head naturally tipped to the side, painted face gave him a once over with a slow blink of her large eyes. She'd never seen a coat like his before, dotted with darker spots of brown and unusual horns which had begun to spring from his head, in fact the more she stared — the more the gold stood out, especially his eyes. The silence continued to stretch, and as her mind touched it's own hoofs back to reality it seemed the colt had also had the realization because his lips parted to speak before hers could.

"Hello, I am Zubari. Umm I don't mean to be rude, but you are.... so Pretty!"

Pretty? Banded feathers raised in surprise to the compliment, she'd never been called pretty before, unless you counted her mai calling her pretty. If she could of, the Sand Filly might've blushed, but any colour was swallowed by fine dark fur which covered her. Usually her thoughts and expressions were in line, but the surprise had thrown her and allowed them to reign free upon her face instead. "It wasn't rude...I'm Verro." She returned, a note of shyness suddenly laced in her voice to betray that the compliment had some effect on her. Zubari's comments on her flaming wings shifted her attention to them, instinctively they stretched out and upwards toward the sky to give the colt a better look at them. She hadn't really thought of them as unique, the Throat was filled with pegasus more than equines and unicorns, the only thing which had stuck out to her was her magic. "They're like bird wings, yes, and I can fly with them." She replied with a grin. "Maybe you can go see the Gods and get wings? My mai says that they can give all sorts of magic to those who go see them." She offered.

His last question to her is mulled over for a few moments, as though it was some kind of secret that needed to be kept underwraps. In a way it was, if her mai came to see if she was here, then it would be a secret to be kept, wouldn't it? "I've come to see if I can live here."

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Verro's grin remained on her painted maw, as Zubari inched closer to her and her spread wings. Maybe it really was that the mainland was lacking Pegasai, just as she hadn't seen many equines nor Unicorn's in the Throat. Then again, she lived — or had lived on an Island nation, having wings made it much more easier to get around than relying on just hooves, she supposed. "Sure you can." Her left wing stretched forward with her answer, feeling her cheeks heat as she did so. Why? He had only wanted to pet her wings, why did her dark face feel like it was on fire? 

"You haven't?" There's a note of genuine surprise, and silent relief that he began to speak again, letting her push past her fluttering stomach or the flush that hid underneath her painted face. "I don't see why they wouldn't let you fly." She admitted with a thoughtful tune, they had blessed her with magic — though she wondered if it was the fact Gaucho had been the Sun God's champion and Sultan, not some divine lucky strike. The sand princess wasn't given time to enter a thoughtful state, and neither did she want to if she was honest with herself, Zubari had captured her attention and his excitable energy was infectious! The spirit flames which danced on her wings burned ever brighter, and her hooves had wholly become consumed by the white flames which also lived there.

"I'd like that, I mean, if you showed me around the Edge. It might take some getting used to, it'd be nice to have the Prince show me around." The heat is back to some degree, and the young filly ruffled her feathers to distract herself. It certainly wasn't the Oasis and the red sands of home, where she could spread her wings and fly — but right now the Throat seemed less like her home, and despite her young age, her mind seemed to be developing far quicker than it should. "And I'd like to meet your sister too." Verro added, though it's added with a small pang of upset at the lack of her own sister to be there to join her.

Another soon appeared, and the Sand Wolf's dun tipped ears flicked forward as her lilac orbs rested on him and the filly who followed before they returned intently back to Zubari. She didn't fail to note the subtle change in the chocolate painted colt, and immediately she felt herself standing a little straighter. "M'ath." Her antlered head nodded toward the Moon Doctor and Maude. "I'm Verro. daughter of Gaucho, Sultan of the Throat." Even though Zubari had introduced her, she felt better if she also said at least something. She figured it would be common knowledge by now that her father was no longer of this world, there was no sultan to take his place, and in her determined mind there would be no other sultan who could hold a flame to him. At the question of her needing medical attention, she shook her head. "I'm fine, I'm used to flying long distances. Thank you though."

She hadn't been expecting another to show up, but when the horned and winged filly of ice appeared, she can't help but be glad to see there are winged ones that dwell in the forested cliffs. She commented about the borders, and she can't help but twist her maw downward at the thought. Were the borders really that dangerous? Other than the obvious shards of glass you could carelessly trip over. "I hope I'm not one of those strange or weird people." Aiming the amused jab over to her new found friend, she moved forward to walk by his side. "I think I'll like it here too." Oh! Her step faltered for just a moment as she craned her neck to nuzzle at one of her banded feathers, careful to make sure she plucked it with care. "For you." She mumbled around the feather, reaching out to try and place it around on of Zubari's strands of hair. "It's not a God's feather, but I hope you like it."

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