Honey colored eyes settle on the chestnut mare before her. Curiously she eyes her, she seems friendly. ”I am A’idah.” This is all she offers the mare, she was still unsure of who she could trust here on these lost Islands. Especially after her run in with El Aran, and a teke before that. It seems as if this land was riddled with mysteries, and cultures more complicated then her own. She flicks her ears at Vesti, as she questions why she is in the Dunes. ”I came across the border, not knowing this land. It was a foolish thing to do.” She had no other choice, she left the Desert in a hurry. Her life had been a stake, again. She also did not want to enter the ocean again. She had always disliked the water. A snort exits her quivering delicate nostrils.
A supple breeze ruffles her blonde tresses. The soft sound of hooves reaches her ears. As the figure emerges from the darkness, A’idah’s mouth slightly falls ajar. Orhan? As he brushes his lips along Vesti’s shoulder, A’idah can not help but notice a deeper meaning beneath it. He was concerned with where Vesti had been. She snaps her jaws back together, hoping neither of them had noticed. Then his eyes fall on her, and the surprise says it all. He had not expected her to be standing here.
”Orhan.” As she looks at him, she can not pinpoint the exact emotions that flood into her. From relief to a small bit of annoyance, she had not expected to see him again. She understood why he had sent her away, but she still could feel a part the betrayal. He had brought her to the Desert to explain to his mom, about the travesties she has witnessed. The next minute, she was sent away. She heaves a sigh. Now, she was here.
Just as she was about to speak, when the sound of thundering hooves approach. She knew immediately who it was. Olaf. She pins her ears into the mess of blonde mane, as he shoves himself into the trio of horses. She squeals, and lashes her hind hoof at him. Her mouth opens, readying herself for any type of retaliation he might inflict on her for lashing out at him.