Though Carys had always been the curious sort that often stuck her head up in the clouds and forgot to live in the present, the more time that ticked on by with the black and white filly, the more she began to realize something was wrong. The curiosity in her eyes somewhat darkened itself with concern, her brows dipping and her lips tugging down slightly as they pressed together. The two most simple words to speak were stuck there in Carys’s mouth, wanting to simply ask what’s wrong? but something, maybe a fear of being rejected in her quest to provide assistance, kept her from speaking. Instead her pony-like head with tufts of hair coming from her white jaw lowered slightly, her weight rocking back as if she meant to make her small form appear even smaller, trying to place this mare at ease. Anything she could do to make herself less of a threat – body language wise – she did, all instinctual instead of simply speaking and trying to see if this was something she could provide assistance with.

“Arcana,” she repeated softly, her voice having lost its excitable candor (thought not in a bad way) while remaining friendly and warm, “it’s very good to meet you.” They should have met days ago, Carys thought, when they were both alone in the Badlands and Carys was exploring while seeking out wherever that impossibly thick-structured stallion of theirs had gone off to. The little gold and white mare blamed herself for not having sought out Arcana’s company but it would do no good to beat herself up over it now! She could rectify those mistakes by getting to know this mare now and her smile turns back up her lips when Arcana mentions that she knows of a place to find water.

Without hesitation the mare steps along the sand, still trying to teach herself how to properly walk in it so that it would not strain on her leg muscles and tire her out so quickly. Movement on a nearby dune stole her blue eyes, sending them drifting up to watch as another horse crested the ridge and let loose a whinny, calling them toward him. Her own pale pink lips broke apart and a rumbling whinny answered as if to say ‘we’re coming!’ and in spite of how awkward it still was for her to travel in his territory, Carys’s gait began to increase in speed with each few steps she took. Eventually she was trailing behind Arcana, not quite as graceful, and came upon the top of the crest with the heat causing her mane to stick against her nape. If she’d been thirsty before, Carys was definitely thirsty now! Still, her courteous manners brought her to prick her ears toward the stallion and slowly move toward him, stretching her neck and reaching to exchange a soft breath with him before pulling away with a smile.

“You must be Orhan,” she said, only having known that from the note he’d left, opening his home and protection to any that had been left behind within the Badlands, “my name is Carys.” She paused and let her blue eyes drift to Arcana for a moment before looking back at Orhan again. “Arcana was taking me to a watering hole, I’m afraid I’m not used to this terrain,” she dropped her eyes to the sand, shifting her feet against it and smiling sheepishly before bringing her eyes back to him again. He appeared young, but more than that, he appeared starved and tired. Again she felt worry and looked to Arcana, still having the touch of concern for her. Carys had said she wasn’t sure if the Desert would be her final place to stop and yet already, she felt such a strong worry for the two she was standing with…