She’d been exploring after his refusal to show her about. There was something about that man, an overwealming sadness, that made her want to pick and pry until everything gave way. It seemed like all the roaned mare wanted was a good fight… and maybe she was right. It would be a life to say she wasn’t in love with the landscape. Maybe the constantly warm air, twisting about her head and making it seem like anything was possible, had become a drug. Yeah. That was it. She’d go with that.

Asphyxia couldn’t help but wonder what went on that she couldn’t see. Things had to be going on behind the scenes, under the surface, and places of the like. It might have been one of the reasons she resisted Encantador in the first place. Coming into a group that was already established was simply maddening. It was less that she didn’t want it and more that she had no idea of how to go about it. Change. Yes, it could very well have been her resistance to change as well. All the green eyed girl wanted to do was madden the living hell out of someone. Anyone.

There was a call that had been sent out over the Desert, one aimed directly at her. Asphyxia hadn’t been far, but it didn’t keep her from taking her sweet time in getting there. Something about the way everything looked the same could work as an excuse if she needed one. Still, as she made her way to the patch of grass that had been used as a meeting spot, she figured that might not be necessary. The lightly boned dark mare that stood before her seemed to be all business. ”You rang?” There’s something that could be sarcasm hanging in the champgane’s voice, buts she wouldn’t give it much thought. There’s nothing but perfect, practiced neutrality in the way she greets this other woman. Blowing a bit of air through her nostrils, she meets El Aran’s eyes. Not a challenge, simply a greeting. All of it was a working of simplicity. Simplicity like clockwork.