Bahadir.. Her voice was soft, kind. A warmth spreads throughout his chest. "nem 'umiy." He whispers out loud. He can feel her presence, her motherly touch as if she stands next to him. A soft smile touches the young stallions pink lips. She was gone, joining her father in the ancestral burial grounds. He had spent some time with distant cousins after her passing before making the trek back to The Islands once again.

Dark chocolate eyes scan the sandy beach before him as he steps from the oceans frothing waves. The water dribbles of his dark mahogany hide, it shimmers beneath the relentless sun. He lifts his dished head higher, his chocolate eyes squint against the sunlight. A movement down the beach catches his attention, another horse moves from the sea. He tosses his dished head and sets off a light trot. His hooves find traveling through the sands comforting. His tail flows out behind him, flagging over his back.

A nicker of excitement erupts from his opened maw. As he nears the pale stranger, he slows to a prancing trot. His steps are light, barely touching the sands before they are in the air once again. He body vibrates with excitement to finally be in the Desert once again. "marhabaan "asami hu Bahadir" His native tongue pours from his mouth. He waits for her to answer. If she was from the Desert than she surely could speak his native tongue.

Translation:
nem 'umiy: Hello mother
marhabaan "asami hu Bahadir: My name is Bahadir