Desert

NASA HAD ALWAYS found herself to be the more reclusive type. Content to keep to the confines of her mind instead of idly engaging in others. Until she'd stumbled on Bjorn all that time ago. Much like a dream, he'd exited her life again. Somehow she knew that shouldn't be all that surprising; considering all the times he'd done it before. When her heart had become his...

Even now she feels that familiar tug to the painted stallion with the cerulean eyes. She shakes her head, her eyes drifting to the landscape. The Desert. She hadn't been here in a long time. She lowers her head to the sandy Earth and breathes slowly. She doesn't smell a trace of Cain or Cerosi, but what she does come across has her a bit surprised.

Rougaru.

The Wolf King was the least of her expectations when she'd happened to return to her first home. The need to unravel the mystery becomes all too unbearable as she makes the decision to carry on into the borders of the Desert. Nasa had long since been a wandering spirit. She came and went anywhere she pleased, only choosing to linger for her extended time in the Inlet.

The sun beats at her black pelt as she picks her way to the familiar path she recalls from her time with Cain. She remembers some of the more hidden oases from the time she spent her recovering from the secrets of her past. And then there he is, in all his russet colored glory. She proceeds slowly, her motions languid like a cat. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." She says haughtily. She maintains a precarious distance. After all, she did leave their only child together and split for love.