Both hold scents of a land she knows, one that makes her heart ache to remember and even think of. Never has she been there, and so you may question why this hurts her so. Does she know the name of this land? That is yet again another no. What she does know is that this herd has taken the most important person in her life away from her. Offered a motherly figure a place to stay when she could not even remember the child in her care. That scent had clung to her when Nayati had seen her last, and though it was the only tie she had of where Romani may be, the youth was still far too scared to contemplate going after her. Gaze touched her form, a sensation that was more instinctual than anything. Her own carmine irises flickered to the one who watched her. Large of stature, dark in hue, with kind eyes that were far too familiar. Did she know him? Of course not, but the gentle softness was too much for her to bear. Where had kindness been when she had cared for herself for most of her young life? When the long black scar had first touched her hide? When she had been bleeding out in the snow of the Threshold, or crying of loneliness in the wilds after being abandoned by everyone she loved? Even so, she couldn't be a bitter person. Her soul was too pure, too wise. With a soft sigh she focused on the little fae, watching them with nostalgia. Oh how she had missed them, the little intelligent creatures that had practically raised her. Of course they were not quite the same, but it was enough for her to desire to see them again someday. Though, she wasn't sure if these fairies were as kind as the ones she had lived with.

Despite focusing on their words, her eyes found the egg most often of all. Was she curious? Of course, she had never truly met a dragon except in passing. What truly interested her about the innocent life inside was that it, too, had been abandoned. Though she held no qualms with the stallion that had clearly come in aid of the young girl, said fae seemed rather hasty in her decision to care for such a young life when she was still hardly old enough to be away from her mother's side. In the end, however, Nayati was not in any position to judge her. Instead, she focused on the sad tale of the forest that the little folk spoke of. The leader, a beautiful woman with clear sapphire eyes, was the one to decide how they would proceed. Hearing that this sad little land was under the reign of her Patron, and yet suffering, made her even more determined to help. The Earth Lord had gifted her with her blossoms, and somehow that had helped change her. Her loyalty had been with him ever since. So focused was she that an uncomfortable flush took up the mantle of her cheeks when the fae declared her correct. She had not meant for her words to be taken seriously, because why would they listen to an outcast when the two of them were clearly herdmates?

With the task laid upon her shoulders, the young gal nodded her head understandingly to the little creatures and turned in the direction they pointed her towards. Words touched her audits but they were clearly not meant for her, until curiously the end. Flicking her eyes up to him, shifting her mane so that the flower growing in it would not block her view, she studied him for a few moments. Then, a small smile quirked her lips and she bowed her head momentarily to him. "May luck go with you as well, kind sir. And may it rest within your breast as well, young one." Dark rose gaze moved over to the other filly, and then she turned and began to walk off towards her task. Pale locks trailed behind her, as if wishing to become a part of the forest itself, and she left their company quietly.

It was only when she found the poor overwatered trees that she knew she must begin. During her travel she had been musing over the best course to fixing this, and was at a slight loss. However someone must be smiling down on her, for two items lay within easy sight upon the dark coils of grass. Stepping closer she lowered her dark muzzle to the shard first. It was not large as in the size of a mirror, but a decent enough chunk that she could carry it- with some difficulty due to the smooth nature of it- in her teeth. Gaze then moved over to the bucket from the lowered status of her crown, and lifted it to inspect this as well. Wood, clearly, with a rope handle that thankfully would be easier to handle in her jaws than the shard. Humming softly as she thought this over, she stood back and looked them over as a whole. From what she knew of the forest from the last time she had heart-brokenly wandered into it, there was a lake with eerie crimson stones somewhere nearby. Though she had salted them with her tears at the time, it would come in handy today. Reluctant to leave the shard behind, where a wandering bird with a fancy for shiny things may snatch it up, she first moved it to a small niche where she could return and find it.

Moving back to the bucket she took it within her jaws and began her trek to the pool she remembered. The pine that stood as a solitary guard was her first sign that she had found the correct path, and soon enough the clear pond was within view. It was possibly ironic that she was using water to fix the overwatered trees, but she needed as much reflection as she could get. Water, despite being colorlessly clear, was a great reflector even when choppy. Shrugging to herself, unable to think of another option, she lowered her slightly tired jaws and with a bit of tricky maneuvering managed to scoop water into the bucket. It was strange to bend her head in such a way, and she ended up scooping up quite a few of the bloody stones along the way. Finding that maybe this was not such a bad thing, she dragged it heavily along the bottom to collect as many as possible. If dirt came into the bucket with them, it would settle on the bottom once the bucket was in place. Would the stones help reflect the light? Nayati wasn't sure, but she had to at least try. Lifting her head with a soft grunt, she began to follow the path back to the suffering trees. It was with a noticeably slower gait, but she was short of limb anyways and the added weight of the water and stones inside the bucket was not easy on her smooth teeth meant for cropping grass.

By the time she had returned, her jaw was sore and she was tired. Rest seemed a wonderful prospect, but she could not. Work was still to be done. Deciding not to move the bucket into her desired position just yet, she began with the idea she'd had previously. Water was not absorbed through the tips of the trees as much as it was the roots, which were buried beneath the soil. And what kept the soil from being touched by the sun and dried? Leaves, broken branches, and debris. These things gathered water, and the sun had to first dry out these items before it could even reach the still-drenched soil. So Nayati began to toil, scraping with her sturdy if thin forelegs. Pale hooves were dirtied until nearly blackened, but the femme had no care for beauty and appearance. Branches where slowly hauled away. Leaves pushed aside by small hooves. Once she had cleared as much as she could from the multiple trees wilting around her, she huffed softly and stood staring at the two objects once again. Rest again called to her, but she angrily bit it back. She would not let this forest suffer simply because her Patron Lord was dealing with more serious matters. If she had to work night and day until his return, she would. He had given her more than she had ever desired, and she would not let his work go to waste.

Briefly, she worried over the egg. When would it hatch? Would the spiders they had spoken of try and attack it, if they got past the kind warrior she had met? Knowing she could not abandon the task the fae had given her, she picked up the shard and began the next step of her plan. Once she was done, perhaps she could help the others. Was that allowed? Idly she thought these things as she found the largest spot of light she could. Now, Nayati was far from a tall individual, and certainly no tree-climber. Her plan required a bit of stretching, one that may end in a few bumps and bruises. Laughing softly to herself around aching jaws and the parcel held in them, she picked out the branch she wanted and set to work. Rearing up, she placed her hooves as high as she could upon the tree and hooked one leg over the lowest branch available. Of course she wobbled and fell right back to the ground with a huff, nearly snapping the glass with her jaws. Undeterred she started again, until at last she had managed to heave herself up as high as she could. Don't be fooled, she wasn't climbing in the least, merely using her leg upon the branch to help pull herself up while she jumped and pressed against the trunk. It scraped bark against her tender underside, but the glass was at last placed in the perfect crook of a branch overhead. Set at an angle to catch the sun, she had moved it to reflect the light towards the ground the best she could without it simply falling over flat.

Thud.

Okay, well that was one way to get back to the ground.

Groaning softly and laughing, she stood on tired legs and shook herself. Nearly done, she encouraged herself. Back to the bucket. With it in her possession once more, she heaved it back to the spot where she had placed the shard. Knowing it would be of no use under the same tree, for the light was being reflected across from the shard, Nayati followed the trail of flickers she could discern from the natural lighting with the bucket held in jaws that were determined to fall off as a punishment for their toil. It took a few tries of setting the bucket in an area she had thought correct, only to have to move it again as she was proved wrong. When the light finally caught the water, she realized that there was a problem. The lip of the bucket was hiding quite a lot of the water, therefore reducing the full abilities. Huffing over the fact she had not thought of this earlier, she went in search of a single rock. It would probably be fine to just take one from the bucket, but she didn't want to drown herself either. Instead of using her teeth once she had found one with a decently flat side- seriously, her jaw was going to unhinge if she kept putting it through this- she rolled it back to the bucket.

Okay, now for some more tricky maneuvering.

If she tipped the bucket, she'd be so frustrated she didn't even want to imagine it. No way was she carrying that heavy ass thing again. Looks like she was using her teeth after all. Gripping the closest edge of the bucket with her teeth, she slowly tipped it the best she could without the water trickling out. Balancing on three legs was difficult with how her neck was positioned, but she managed to push the rock beneath the bucket. The flat side was upright, and she pressed it down as well as she was able to make sure it would not be too much of a tilt. Setting the bucket down again, she let her face stretch in a small smile of satisfaction. Was it a permanent solution? No. Would it even work? Well, who knew?

Ah, but what if animals knocked over the bucket?

Groaning she nearly flopped onto the ground and cried in frustration. Did she regret taking on this task? Of course not! But she was also not one to give up, and so even taking a small break made her feel as if she was doing just that. But what could she use? Natural barriers wouldn't work, considering she would just be bringing back more debris that she had already worked to clear away. That would equal more held water, which was completely counter productive. More rocks? No, creatures such as deer lived in this forest and would completely disregard the tiny barrier. Was there anything she could actually do? Instantaneously she thinks of the fruits the fairies had warned Sakura of. ...but be wary of the fruit; you may find yourself uselessly giggling if you ingest the tempting morsel. " Fruits such as that were usually well-known by animals with baser instincts as ones not to be ingested. If she crushed a few of them and created a type of ring around the bucket, would the smell and color ward off the majority of the creatures?

But...was she allowed to do that? It was Sakura's task after all, and she was still unsure if she was allowed to help. So instead she made her way back to the fairies, wishing to fold her legs and rest with them but knowing she must ask this one thing. "It is not help I seek, merely an answer. Should it be one in the negative, then my task is complete to the best of my own independent abilities. Should it be one with a positive persuasion, all I require are a few fruits that I believe Sakura is tangled with. I can acquire them myself, I merely wish to use it as a deterrent for any wandering animals that may wish to knock over my creation. If not, then will you allow me to rest with you and the child while we await the other two? I shall lay at a distance if you wish, though I admit that I am not much of a conversationalist with other creatures, even those of your caliber." Cordial and kind she phrased this, not daring to ask for the fae to help her when she was fully capable. This was her task after all, if she asked (not that it was in her nature if she could do it herself) then she would give them the impression that she was lazy and unmotivated. This was the last step of her journey, and should they tell her not to interfere with Sakura's fruits then she would allow them to judge her on what she had done with what she had available. You could never be too careful with fairies, especially since Nayati had no idea how many similarities they held with the ones that had kept her company as a foal.

::ooc- I wasn't sure if I could send Nayati to retrieve a few of the fruits, and didn't get an answer back in the cbox -slaps wifi repeatedly for not allowing skype to work- so I just had her ask the fairies in lieu of asking an admin? ^^; If she's told no, then she's just going to lay down and rest.