Arcana has no idea what thoughts stream through the colt's frantic mind. She takes little notice to his shifting glances and and the looks exchanged between himself and the older mare. All Arcana knows is that he acknowledges her and moves to greet her. She is glad, after her thrilling venture crossing the borders of the Badlands, that her presence here is accepted without anger or disappointment. Her Marwari ears remain pricked with joy and interest as the buckskin colt comes near. Her eyes follow as he continues past her, muttering an invite to move on to another place. Arcana hesitates, confused, but ultimately decides to follow.

The yearling filly sets off through the shifting sands after the colt. She is not nearly so graceful in the difficult footing. Though the climate of the badlands is similar, the earth is solid and still. Moving through the sand of the Desert is working muscles Arcana didn't even know she had. The filly is already winded from her journey here, but she doesn't complain. She keeps pace with the colt, a thin sheen of sweat breaking on her two-toned hide.

"You know, I never caught your name when I saw you in the Badlands. I'm Arcana.", she introduces herself properly this time, as she follows near the colt's right flank.