Taika started in surprise at the voice behind. Her awkward jump was thrown off even more by the damp sands clutching at her hooves. Again that wet slopping noises of uncommon dampness surrounded her feet as she turned to face the stallion. She breathed deep for a minute, her eyes briefly widening briefly in fear. For an instant it sunk in that she was alone, far from home, and if this stallion were cruel there would be no one here to save her. The fear did not last long before her bone deep curiosity and sense of adventure took over. Soft ears flicking forward she reached out to the stallion who called her by a name that was not her’s.

Ghostwood? No, I am Taika! Her tail wisped, bumping against her hindquarters as she took a friendly step forward. They call me Moonchild on the Peak. I am a daughter of the Vulcans! She held her young head high in pride, though she was still very small when standing next to the desert stallion. Her attention was swiftly captured again by the strange vegetation and landscape around them. With a small snort she stepped away again and started poking and prodding around her with her nose. Everything was completely different from her mountain home. What is this place? Clueless to the fact that there was a chance Orhan could be any different from her or even possibly forbid her from being in his land, she walked around without a worry in the world. What kind of magic is here? She asked eagerly, her face breaking out into a dazzling grin that was nearly enough to drive away the rain clouds.