A'idah
egyptian | chestnut | wanderer
Delicate tea cup muzzle descends to the water's surface, her dark lips sip the refreshing crystal waters. For a moment she is content to drink her fill on the sweet oasis waters, just as it seemed that the days events were turning for the best. Swiveleing a single ear at Orhan she finds his words with a tinge of annoyance. Did he find her company that annoying? Raising her arched neck higher, her ears pinned against her sweating nape, she snakes her head towards him.
"I was simply enquiring about the other horses of these isles. My home desert and this island are the only places that I have honestly ever seen. Do you blame me for being curious?"
A movement on the sandy dunes draws her attention, suspiciously she watchs the approaching sorrel. This sorrel was a pretty little thing but definitely of bloodlines that she had never encountered. Warily she watches the approaching equid, she mentions taking a drink but A'idah was still unsure of of her intentions. She could easily be joining Orhan to make an attack, she may be delicate but she always had put on ferocious fights if need be. As the mare drinks from the waters, the sorrels body language is non threatening which relieved A'idah. Just as she was to open her mouth to speak, Orhan mentions that she was just leaving. "I was?" She questions him, she understands that this is his home, he decides who stays and goes. At this moment in time, she was unsure of how far she could travel from the Oasis without needing to return for another sip of sweet oasis water.
Knowing that it was his decision to make, she nods her head, feeling foolish for questioning him. Lifting her proud head a notch higher, she gives the buckskin a sidelong glance. Clearing her throat, she directs her words towards the sorrel. "You were not interrupting, thank you for offering your company." A smile touches her dark lips. Shifting her attention to the buckskin, she nods, it was his wish that she left this desert so her fate was sealed. Perhaps it was the will of her God that she should die in this desert, she would be unafraid as she faced the desert elements once again. "I have drank my fill, please show me the way out of this desert." Pivoting on her hindquarters she pulls her hooves from the cool mud at the water's edge. Nodding towards the sorrel, she waits for just a moment for Orhan to explain the way out of the desert.