Indira is growing up fast. Though her legs are still forever long, she is almost as tall as her father. The silken ends of her tail tickle her hocks. The girl no longer stays anchored to her mother's side. She is old enough to wander on her own. The boundaries have been set, and she knows she is not to leave the desert, but she does leave the oasis. Her active mind keeps her body active, always on the go, looking for something new to capture her interest. She has familiarized herself with all the most common animals and plants that also call the desert home, and some of the less common ones too. Much like Arcana, Indira struggles with her desire to follow her impulses, but also follow the rules.

Today's adventures bring her dangerously close to the edge of the Dunes. The terrain here becomes a burden on her legs. Her desert home is a mixture of sand and dry, parched earth outside their oasis hub, but here, the sands collect in loosely-shifting hills that are difficult to traverse.

Indira has no intentions of toeing the line today. She intends only to walk it, taking her explorations to limits, and seeing what she can find here at the edge of her domain, but this is before she hears voices on the wind. The errant gust picks up a crescendo of strangers voices and also a cloud of sand. Indira is caught in a moment unprepared, and as indiscernible voices assault her ears, sand assaults her eyes. The filly squeals and bows her head. She staggers in the sand storm, tears obscuring her vision. In her disorient, Indira staggers across the border into a place she isn't supposed to be.