Najya was troubled following the rise of Kaos.  As soon as she’d returned to the herd, she’d gone right to her stash of medicinal herbs - taking inventory of what was well stocked and what could possibly be needed if Kaos descended upon the herd or launched another attack.  She knew she’d have to find the other healers, and soon, to make sure they were prepared for anything.

There were other things on her mind as well.  The little mare had a growing suspicion that she was pregnant, and the thought of Kaos growing in power as a child grew within her was enough to send a bolt of fear straight into her heart. The changes in her body were still subtle, but she did have some inclination that something was different. However there was little time to dwell on that now, there were more important things to tend to, especially now that the Sun had come to them.  His call echoed across the Desert and brought with it a sense of both urgency and comfort.

Perhaps he had some insight on how to deal with Kaos.  Najya was still troubled about how any attack that the Helovians seemed to mount seemed so utterly useless.  Magic had no effect.  Physical attacks were simply battered away.  The horrific scene of bodies being flung by bony claws still danced behind her eyes when she slept, and she woke knowing that they still had such little defense against such a creature.  Most of all she didn’t like knowing that they had been manipulated.  She knew that many were dubious of Kaos when he still wore the guise of Kisamoa, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from gaining in strength and revealing his true form.

Najya made her towards the pillar of flame as quickly as her legs would carry her, breathing a sigh of relief when the Lord of the Sun stood proud and strong before the already gathered members of the herd.  His burning light was a profound comfort to the desert mare.  Her hazel eyes took inventory of who had come.  She spotted the familiar forms of Volterra, Maren, and Ampere as well as some of the children she had met - including Pat and Arakh who she had spoken too not long ago. She offered a smile to each of them as she drew herself to halt and dipped her head to the Sun God in greeting.   “My Lord,” She offered, in greeting, before raising her head and waiting for the Sun God to speak.