I t has been many years since plagues and disasters brought the downfall of once powerful islands, and once powerful kingdoms. There is not a doubt in Poet's mind that the ocean has long since reclaimed the masses of Azza, an island rumored to have strange structures created by creatures of two-legs, and Kusheth, an island of greenery, never once fully touched by human destruction with their concrete trees. Very little is known of what came of the other inhabitants on the island, yet, most of Poet's concern is for her first (and so far, only) daughter Atticah, and one of her closest friends, Cecily. Many fled, and many parties got seperated when attempting their swim to another shore that would prove safer then Azza and Kusheth for the time being. That had been three long years ago, and searching for a lost child and friend has become difficult and yielding very little in terms of results and answers.

D e c i d i n g to settle once more upon an island seems to be more a security blanket of a decision, as island type land masses are still incredibly familiar to The Poet, even after years far apart. There is knowledge that these islands are nothing like the islands in her past, and this brings relief to her troubled mind, as she does not wish to be reminded of what she has lost. It is also for this reason that Poet has travelled to Salem, an island mass of a much hotter climate, each territory far different from her old home of Meronil, where greenery could not be escaped within meadows and forests. No, Salem had very little greenery, and any green found was hardly the healthy green of Kusheth. In other words, Salem would be the perfect place to settle, the perfect place to start over with a clean slate. This is one place that Poet knew not a single soul, so no one will know of the grand history she had at such a young age. Poet had seen plenty of excitement between the two warring islands, but for now she would like to live her life calmly... hopefully without such war.

C a r e f u l l y Poet has traversed Salem, careful not to over-step a boundary, knowing that some stallions will automatically imprison unclaimed female tresspassers. Everything in Salem seems peaceful, and the only noise seemed to be the faint sound of a light breeze as it caresses the dusty plains. Upon this wind, however, comes a sound of commotion from a herdland to her left - a very vast Desert. Words are faint and impossible to make out due to distortion, yet the stressed tones make it evident that there seems to be some sort of confrontation going on. This intrigues Poet to break her own rule, to step into this territory, to see what is going on. Something seemed different about the distorted noises she had heard, but Poet can't seem to pick out what is so strange to her about the noises. It isn't until she happens upon an Andalusian stallion and an Arabian mixed mare that she realizes that, for once, it is a mare harassing a stallion relentlessly. Poet finds this strange, as she had gathered that these herdlands were all stallion owned with no option of allowing mares to lead.

I t isn't until she reaches the two creatures that Poet realizes that she truly has nothing to say in this situation. She does not know this stallion and she definitely does not know the hot-blooded mare. Confrontation has never been something Poet is good at, instead, she chooses to talk through things and fight only if absolutely necessary. This current situation didn't look as if any aggressive action needed to take place, but she is also aware that she does not know how this all had started.

"H e l l o there..." Her voice is soft, but not in the ways of being timid, it is actually quite the opposite. Poet's tone of voice is very forward, almost pushing towards the two nameless creatures eagerly as eyes are alert for any sudden movement towards her. "...I am not sure what I have stumbled upon, no matter the answer, I still find myself rather lost." There is a general idea about the island, however she is not aware of how each island functions, let alone knowing if they even function together. She truly does not mean to intrude upon the strange fight that had initially attracted her attention, but she finds herself needing some answers.