Thoughts of the unrest and overall state of discontent at home had kept her awake through the night.  She found herself wandering north under the watchful gaze of the stars.  Each step further from the Throat grew colder, a reminder that Frostfall was not as kind to the rest of Helovia as it was in the deserts of the south.  Traveling by night did not seem to bother A’mal in the faintest.  The little dragon lay sprawled across her bonded’s back, wings draped lazily against the mare’s sides.  Najya stopped only for a quick moment’s rest during the night, and the rising of the sun found the pair at the border of the great thistle meadow - the very land that she had called home for a time when she had lived between herds.  That was before the Rifts had been opened, before strange Gods descended, before Mesec had been kind enough to offer her a sanctuary among the sand. 

A’mal finally stirred from her slumber, and carefully stood and stretched as she balanced on the flaxen mare’s back.  ”Go on” Najya told her, aloud, for she could feel the little dragon’s hunger gnawing at her belly.  With a happy chirp, the dragon was off - searching the thistle in search of breakfast while Najya made her way deeper into the heart of the familiar landscape. 

Images of the gathering filled her mind, though the perspective was from A’mal’s view - not her own.  ”Look! Others,” the little dragon trilled, directing Najya’s attention towards the group of both equines and turkeys.  She immediately stepped into a canter in order to close the distance between herself and the others as A’mal flew ahead.

Najya had never seen creatures like this before - such birds weren’t native to the deserts she’d called home before coming to Helovia.  She’d certainly seen nothing like them in the Throat.  She’d decided it best to leave them undisturbed and give them a wide berth, even though she had spotted the orb amongst the birds. 

A’mal, however, was quite undisturbed by the mass of creatures.  She circled from above and her eye, already finely attuned to anything shiny, was immediately drawn to the orb.  With as much stealth and grace as she could manage, the little dragon did her best to land somewhat close to the orb, just to get a better look at it.  ”Please be careful and please don’t touch it,” Najya said to her companion, via their bond.  The dragon let out a single chirp of disdain, pouted, and made an effort to position herself as close to the orb as the turkeys would let her without making an effort to touch it. In sheer defiance for stealing her fun, A'mal picked up the biggest turkey feather in sight and clutched it tightly to her chest - unwilling to give up this prize if she couldn't have the prize.