Years of self isolation could be blamed for why I was such an introvert. But this self isolation was largely self imposed because of the guilt I carried with me. It was my form of punishment. It has been some time since I've been in the Desert and though I am lithe, I struggle to gain some footing for the first part of our walk to the oasis. As we progress on our journey, my footing if found easier. I perk up as we reach water. I smile as I watch Cerosi leap to the water and drink. It is no doubt that the sun can be unrelenting in the Desert. Spring has just begun and soon, it will become much warmer than it is now. I lower my dished face and quietly drink from the cool waters, relishing in the feeling of relief.

My black ears flick to Cerosi as she questions Cain's journey to the Desert and his herd. Though I am curious of these things, my eyes instead wander to the landscape briefly. I turn back to Cerosi. "Do you feel a bit better?" I inquire. I know the heat must be bothering the exuberant mare. I cast my gaze to Cain. "Your home is lovely. The Desert is a familiar friend to me. The longer I've spent with Cerosi and Cain, the more relaxed I've begun to feel.