The Desert. How long had it been since she had set foot in the Desert? It had seemed like ages, and frankly it had been. She couldn't recall the exact timeframe but she knew it had been a long time. The dark mare floated across the barren wasteland, her body matching the terrain perfectly. It was only dawn when she had escaped the Dunes for a moment. It had been some time since she had seen Cain, or Cerosi. How had they faired since her departure to the Harbor? Winter had settled into the territory. Not much change for this type of place. The air was dry, the food even more sparse, and the nights proved colder. Still though, the Arabian mares winter coat was thinner this season now that she had migrated back to the place that reminded her of home. She recalled her conversion with Cain and how he hadn't judged her past, though she could tell that Man was not something he cared for. Her emotional awkwardness had shut down the conversation after. N.asa had a hard time in social situations, proving more reclusive than others she had come across on the Islands. Everyone she seemed to get close to would disappear not long after. As she breaks the territory lines of the Dunes and enters the Desert, she wickers gently signaling her arrival to Cain. His scent is fresh, as is Cerosis' indicating that the mare was still here. She waits patiently as the sun rises. |