We got that fire, and were burning one hell of a somethin' [any, Cam, Eldrian?]

[Yael]

Once, she too, dwelled among the stars; they were made a part of space and time and she saw the beauty of the universe stretched out before them. With Morphine as her guide, they dove in and out of galaxies and called out to other suns as they spread ever outward, moving with the force of that which created everything. She's seen beautiful births and devastating destruction, and nothing more so than than when she spent a year with Morphine, exploring everything that magic had to offer. Heaven. Hell. Space. Time. Back again. Yael, however, is not of the cosmos. She is of the Desert; she was born unto the dusty earth, and she will eventually (someday, maybe, though even that is questionable) return to its embrace. She is a Down dweller who has had a taste of Up, and while she likes it, it is not her home.

How curiously odd it must be, to be a grounded star.

Yael senses the other in them, but in the here and now they are children and must be cared for according to the bony horse’s needs. Instead of following Kushiel into the depths of the Desert (not yet, maybe when he starts to emerge… if he ever emerges), the golden mare follows the thoughts of the Gates’ children until she finds them – three of them. With a kind smile and gentle demeanor, Yael approaches, whickering a soft greeting. “Xello…” she begins, knowing full well why they are there, but want to let them explain it themselves. No sense in giving her involvement away. “Ahr you ok? Ahr you lost?”

It is the logical question. Why else would non-Desert children come wandering this far south?