Nephele had been making her usual rounds of the Dragon's Throat, glad to have her wings upon heated salt winds. rather than the ones which she'd flown on whenever she sailed to the mainland. She'd been busy, motherhood made being a warrior a difficult thing to juggle, especially when her youngest were still so...young.  Not to mention how she tried to keep an eye on the events born out of Kisamoa's appearance. Tasokh and Verro were weaned and off on their own adventures, occupied in one another's idea's and whatever fancied flights popped into their heads. Byron and Jude still required her to be on hand, still required her to come home and lay beside them in their cavern, her worried eyes transfixed in the pale moonlight on the frail form of her youngest son.

Not to mention, patrolling and sparring let her get on with life as usual. There was no sense in licking wounds that had already scabbed over and healed. She hadn't been successful in her adventure to lead the Throat, she'd taken it lightly with no foul thoughts aimed toward her fellow herd members. She'd have to work harder and prove that she had steel for bones, and fire for blood. 

At least when she patrolled here, every so often she could see Byron's unmistakeable silvered pelt as it rushed through the sandy dunes, off on another one of his self-made adventures on his island home. Her odd coloured gaze had been easily drawn to the black beast which dogged her as she'd flown in low to land, clearly it wanted something. All thoughts of respite abandoned, she gestured with her wing that she would follow and started an easy canter after the helhound as it lead her toward the bridge to the island. She only knew of one who posessed a helhound in these sands, a thought spared to wonder what the mandible marked filly would want from her until she spied the gathered horses on the other side of the island.

My key no doubt, her thoughts drew inwards and projected toward her bonded. Atreus had been her silent shadow, he remained airborne as his companion had trailed after the beast. He hadn't wanted to get particularly close to the hound, and chose to remain her eyes in the sky. He responded with what best was described as a shrug, and with a beat of his wings, trailed over the churned waters to squawk his hello's to the gathered. It wasn't until he gave each one a once over properly, did he spy the tree markings on the Unicorn's that his concern was raised. !!! the stabbed prod was briefly followed by  a short stem of silence which made the mare worry as she herself flew over.

As she closed in to land, her mismatched wings spread and even in their cadence, did she realize why Astreus had raised an alarm. It was him, and the grey mare who she'd spoken to before she'd given birth. "Tae." A nod is spared toward the Sun Physician and the other mare, a brow raised nonchalantly before her attention turned toward the rest of the company. Her silent question of why he would possibly be there sated by the cedar wood perched on his back, despite that, she can't help but feel defensive of the children she has birthed and raised without him. Do you think he wants to see them? She questioned toward her vulture, who now perched on her antlers. "Welcome to the Dragon's Throat." It's strained politeness, despite the slew of questions which raged within her. "I take it you need a key?" She didn't wait for an answer however, she simply moved toward the magical bridge of fire and activated it with her key.



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