Someone’s coming! Vesti’s head jerked about. She caught sight of the Arabian. Let’s hope she didn’t hear that. I’d just explain… or tell a tale… or… You should leave that sort of thing to me.

As she approached, Vesti recognized the Arabian who had been in Orhan’s company… how long ago? Quite some time.

Oh… isn’t this an interesting development? The Voice quipped. The two exchanged breaths. She’s out here… when El Aran was under the distinct impression that she was with Orhan. I think we’re looking at another case of crazy paranoia here…

“Uh… hello,” Vesti said. She didn’t know the foreign word or what it meant. “I missed yours as well… you left the Desert so quickly. I’m Vesti.” Her smile was warm; she was still a naturally kind mare. Besides, she couldn’t judge just yet.

She seems nice. I guess El Aran’s just the crazy one. Besides, you got what you wanted out of Orhan. What is with you today? Did we not just have a big conversation about what you are doing? I’m pretty sure I explained it. Vesti shook out her mane.

“This is going to sound odd,” Vesti began. “But are you living out in the Dunes?” She had a desire to get some information on who was running things out here now.

Vesti