The stallion seemed to evade the question Xanti had asked at first, making the stallion snort lightly and flick his tail. "Oh, there are enough here to confirm that my home isn't empty." He said, flaring his nostrils to catch the scent of the red dun and the visitor who had stayed for a day or so. He definitely needed to go out and gather more mares for his herd, but currently he was still interested in exploring his home as fully as he could. The chestnut spoke again, answering the first question and then some. The grullo smiled, a hint of sympathy in it. "Well, I'm sure she isn't here. The few that have come seem to have never been in any deserts before." He wondered why the chestnut would even be looking for his mother. Sure, Xanti wouldn't mind running into his own, but wouldn't it be more fun to put the past behind yourself and enjoy? Of course, the other stallion was not of the Sorraia's kind, nor did he have the experiences Xanti had gained from them.

The younger spoke again, earning a nod and broader grin from the grullo. It wasn't too far away from the oasis being that he had just left it. Turning around, the grullo led the younger to their destination at a quick trot. After a few turns and barely after a minute or so, Xanti's lowered muzzle was touching the top of the water and drinking some of it slowly. He longed to get back in and doze off, but the chestnut was still in his home. Lifting his head and eying the other as casually as he could, Xanti spoke when he thought the other had drank his own fill. "So, do you have a home of your own on these islands?" He smiled and waited.