He waits until the arsonists leave (his sister included, though he tries to shove that from his mind), he checks on those who have made Hyaline their home, and then he runs for Nerine. The dragon king is swift, fueled by the stamina of his desert heritage and the adrenaline that is pumping through his veins. Amet is sick to his stomach, the acid roiling and violent at the thought of tonight's events.
He whinnies loudly, the panic evident in his voice as he crests the mountain ridge at Hyaline's northern border and gallops down the well-worn path into Nerine and towards its cliff. His dragon-scaled body gleams in the moonlight and he hopes that his metallic frame will draw Nayl's attention in the event that she is out of earshot.
Amet picks his way frantically down the cliff-side path and to the sandy beach, his steps unsure and hurried. The footing changes swiftly and the Akhal-Teke loses his balance, falling to his knees in the warm sand. "Oof!" escapes the young stallion's lips as his golden frame is thrown to the ground, "Nayl!"
Amet finds his hooves again, knees stinging slightly, but that pain is the last thing on the dragon king's mind. "We need your help!" he calls into the darkness, amber eyes wide with fear. How is he supposed to explain the invasion to the Queen of Nerine? How is he supposed to include Iset's name in the list of perpetrators without Nayl removing Nerine's support, or Castile, from his home? He creates circles in the sand as he waits, reassuring himself that Sakir is keeping an eye on the safety of those in Hyaline while Castile had gone south, to acquire Djinni's help in Sylva.
@[Nayl] merp, sent you a pm about the castile part<3