The joy on Orhan's face matches her own, and Arcana is reminded of the better choice she's made this time around. Orhan will make a wonderful, caring father. Though the pain of losing her firstborn will always be there, in the bottom of her heart, Arcana won't worry about reliving the nightmare, so long as Orhan is here to protect them.

The mare stops, and for a moment, the filly continues forth on unsteady legs, until the moment her shoulder passes her mother's and she loses the comfort of the solid presence beside her. Startled, Indira stops. With wide eyes she braces back away from the sudden appearance of the stallion. With a low nicker of encouragement and a gentile nudge on her flank, Arcana sends the filly on. "It's okay, dear girl. You can trust him too." she seems to say.

Too young to question her mother's guidance, Indira lets go of her fear and looks into the face her father. Looking into his face will someday be like looking into the reflective surface of the oasis. Together they share the same buckskin coloring and a similar bone structure. Her small ears come forward, ordinary, and straight, unlike her mother's. Her dark eyes regard Orhan with an innocent curiosity.

"This is Indira." Arcana introduces their daughter, feeling somewhat guilty about not discussing the name with Orhan first. It is customary for the mare to choose the name, and this is a name Arcana has had picked out for a long time. She just feels that Orhan might like to be more involved than most stallions. Though Arcana doesn't feel too bad. She expects there will be other opportunities for Orhan to choose names for their children.

Indira's young eyes drink in the world. She is overwhelmed by all the new sights, sounds and smells. Efforts of standing on new legs for the first time, and then traveling ungracefully beside her mother from their hiding place around the other side of the oasis has been exhausting. Her full belly and tired muscles weight her down. Wide eyes struggle to stay wide, and she yawns in Orhan's face.