You'd think for someone who looked up to their older brother would be more upset at the recent turn of events, yet there was a tear or a goodbye as the painted lass watched her brother retreat. Maybe it was for the best seeing as how Blaez had always been a talker and not a fighter, a gene he clearly lacked and had not gained from either of their parents, who would have finished out the fight unlike their son. Sana shakes her head with a simple sigh, looking away from the spot where Blaez had been moments ago and towards a different sight. Maslakhat stood opposite of her on another dune, at first watching her before looking away.

She could escape, run after her only family here, yet as her legs begin to move she finds herself heading the bay's way. It was funny to think how the stallion had just gotten rid of her brother only to have him be replaced by another of similar color, but if you truly looked closer at her you'd find her patchwork won't quite match up to Blaez's own and the fact she had a more slimmer build with being a mare. The only thing they'd truly share was their golden eyes, a trait gained from their father.

Sana stops a few paces away, awkwardly standing as she sorts through her thoughts. After a full minute of silence she finally looks his way, her eyes roaming his frame with interest until they raise to meet his own eyes.

"Hello there," she softly speaks, nodding at him, "im Otsana."