Most of his life was spent growing up faster than the average foal. He felt the need to take charge of certain situations and explore the unknown to learn and grow. Playing with Primrose was the first time he has really felt like a colt. Seeing his cousin cry was heart-shattering. That is why when Shamwari asked him to travel to the Dessert he jumped at the idea. He couldn't sit around and do nothing all day.

He listens to Shamwari's warnings and delights Salem had to offer. Ro was even more curious to see the land of sand. He imagined it looked like an endless beach, but he didn't know how wrong he was until he got there to see Desert. He was stronger since the last time he made a long swim in the ocean so this experience was much more pleasant for him. He keeps up with Shamwari the whole time, but he realizes it takes a lot of energy to travel across the islands.

He follows his leader out of the water with eyes glued to the landscape that stretched out before his eyes. He couldn't hold back the gasp as Shamwari asked what he thought. "This place is amazing." He says with a big grin on his pale lips. Talking about the landscape just did not do this place justice. The unique sand that covered this island was something everyone had to see for themselves.

Just as he was about to play around with the sand at his hooves, a mare appears. He spots her light-colored frame in the distance and he is blown away by the beauty of her dark flowing hair. Ro has not been attracted to anyone as of yet, but being a three-year-old now he was beginning to feel some strange sensations when he looked at certain females. This mare was one of them.

He ignores it as best as he could, but his blue eyes stayed glued to her as she drew closer. It was only fitting she began to muzzle Shamwari like he was an old friend, maybe even a lover. He studies Shamwari's reaction to the mare. Another horse appears galloping towards them. Ro was left in awe again at the strange mane the stallion sported. These Desert folk are different than what he is used to.

The stallion greet Shamwari, says something about losing a battle to Warsaw, then says he moved his herd here. So he wasn't a local, but he sure seemed unique like this Desert place was. The stallion turns his attention to Ro and asks who he was. Roheryn dips his head to the strange stallion. "My name is Roheryn de Mikhail. I am apart of Shamwari's herd." He glances at Shamwari. He wasn't sure what to call himself when it came to the herd or what he should even call Shamwari except for his herd leader.