The sun's searing rays beat down on Gennaio's two-toned pelt. Her gleaming white patches accented the robust, dark satin hairs that she wore with pride and her hooves sank imperceptibly into the heated sand with every step. Her body was constantly begging for water in the summer months. The Oasis was a very familiar place to her. A few months back, she met Badr, the stag who escorted her to the dunes. He was very courteous in his introduction and had a seemingly honorable policy. She decided that reluctance and paranoia were not necessary reflexes around him. At least not for now.

Summer was Gennaio's least favorite month. Heat was her relentless enemy and she was constantly battling it. In the brisk winter months, she had more energy and was overall more happy. At least if you're cold you can keep moving to warm up. The dead of July was a inverse story. The air was more dense and moist, weighing her down. Most of it was all in her mind, though. She was an optimistic mare, but had tendencies to dwell on things that annoyed her. Her opinion probably wouldn't change but she might as well get used to it because the desert dunes were her haven.