​​Arcana's hooves have felt nothing but the hard, parched earth of the Badlands, and her back has felt nothing but its desert sun. She has grown bored and lonely in the time since her mother's death, but she is tied to this land. It's the only thing remaining that's familiar, so the scenery brings Arcana comfort. It's one last shred of her security blanket. Though her boredom grows, she has not yet been bold enough to venture beyond the borders. She remains, waiting, for a time when courage moves her, or a day when adventure comes to the Badlands... and adventure has come to the Badlands, in the form of a spirited new addition, but instead of being satisfied with this taste of excitement, Arcana is inspired by the bold Af to do something adventurous on her own.

Arcana swallows her apprehensions about Bayard and what sort of claim he may have staked on her, and leaves the Badlands. Everything beyond those borders is unfamiliar. The dry heat is all the same as she encroaches upon the neighboring Desert territory, but the landscape is vast and overwhelming. It's lucky that she needn't travel far before she picks up the scent trail of the colt.

She follows it to a lush valley, nestled secretly among the dunes of a lifeless desert. There, she spots him, taking a drink. There is a mare nearby, probably his mother. Arcana's heart still aches for her own mother. The young filly approaches on tentative footsteps. Her dark eyes are alight with curiosity and the thrill of her own boldness. Her exotically curved ears at first flicker with uncertainty, but they soon tip forward to touch at the tips. The filly halts some distance away and offers a soft nicker of greeting. "Hello and may I join you?", her nicker seems to say.