There were as foreign and exotic to her as she was dark skinned and frail in appearance to them. The two, with their golden dappled skins and asexual appearances, their voices high and almost indiscernible from each other (unless one was to listen very carefully) are of a completely different desert breed to young Tali’Zorah. Her hips and shoulders ample in curve and shape, her neck on the shorter side, but still carefully bent as was important for females of her species. Naturally, it was found that she felt herself to be of a completely different species or race compared to the creatures here… the horses here were heavily built, with thick legs and more often than not, a heavy body to go with it.

While the golden twins were just as thin and carefully edged as she was, Tali’Zorah could see the intelligence that floats behind their dark eyes, how they are hiding behind a beautiful exterior and perhaps tricking her into thinking that they are harmless, when they are as dangerous as serpents.

One yellow creature moves forwards to look Tali’Zorah in the eye, commenting on the beauty of the sands. Yes, with a sweeping gesture of the black mare’s small head, she looks to the side, seeing how the ocean of desert rolls lightly under the sun, pushed aside by the slightest breezes and forever changing. She did love this place, it was so much like home for her. More words, a strange foreign sounding language that brings her head around with a curious glare sitting in her dark eyes. With this stranger standing closer to her now, Tali’Zorah can see the handsome lines in her face, the bright gold of her skin that contrasts to the black of her mane. Once considered a beauty in her home land, she feels as though she pales in comparison. “Saya adalah… I was. My family sent me away on pilgrimage.” She turns her eyes carefully to the more quiet of the two god-like creatures. “To learn.”

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