Much of this war has be come tangled and complicated. The first spark that lit the fire is almost forgotten, and everyone else rages against others for their own reasons. Indira doesn't know who to expect on the shores of Luthien anymore, or who may be their target. Anarchy reigns over The Lost Islands now. It's every horse for himself, and every decision made on the fly.

In the coming moments, Indira will encounter the first of a series of difficult decisions to make. Is Rougaru friend, or his he foe?

Indira goes on the defensive, ready to engage if need be, but lucky for them both, she hesitates, peering down the length of her snout with narrowed eyes. The weight of uncertainty hangs heavy in the air between them. Her eyes are haunted by the darkened memory of war. Her memory recalls the flash of this stallion's teeth and the driving of his strikes, aimed for her sister.

Only one word can cut through the horror, and it is her own name. "Indira" he says. His face as baffled as she feels. How does he know her name? A revelation washes over the stallion and the same wave of realization then rolls towards Indira. There is a sharp intake of breath, and her eyes widen with truth. She remembers now, the kind stallion who moved into the Desert after her own family fell. He took her under his wing, and let her stay until her wandering feet urged her to find a different way. He was generous. He was handsome. She thought of him several times over years gone by, wondering what fade made of him. Did he still hold the Desert? Was he well? Would he welcome her back if she went looking for him?

Everything looked so different in the throes of war. She never saw him. She only saw red.

"Rougaru?" She questions, still reeling from the shock. Her ears come forward for just a moment, and her posture softens, but the transition to a calm acceptance is interrupted by another thought. "Rougaru." She growls. Her ears flatten against her neck. She snakes her long neck towards him, and narrows her eyes, a face filled with accusation. "No enemies here? You looked like an enemy to me, attacking my sister in the Forest. A lot has changed since our time in the Desert. How do I know I can trust you?" Indira demands to know. She is wary, and after all that she's been through, who can blame her?