The Desert. A familiar place to me. You see, I was born in the desert. I was suited to the desert. The air here was dry and semi-cool. The breeze was blowing today; the air was heavy with salt. The trek to the Desert was no small feat either. To get here safely required passage through the Lagoon and another swim across the channel. My coat was still slick with the frigid waters. The breeze sent a shiver through me as I shook what I could away. The constant dips into the water were making me itchy. Carefully I raised one black hoof to my neck to scratch. I gently set it back down and surveyed my surroundings. The area was sparse. Even more sparse with the onset of winter but it offered some comfort and pain to me as I soaked in its familiarity.

Cerosi had also offered to come to the Desert. I was surprised by this as to our interaction with Cain in the Commons. It was nice to interact with others for now. Although interacting was not something I was fond or used to. Maybe it was time to change that perspective. The tide was coming in as the lapping waves reach my hind legs. I sank into the sand for a few seconds before carefully pulling each leg out of the squishy muck. I turned to Cain and politely nodded. "Thank you for offering me some sanctuary," I said quietly. I looked to Cerosi. I'm sure the grey mare was used to these swims by now.