As Indira takes a moment to steady her breath, she is able to truly the see the stallion that stands before her. He is handsome, but she is too young to appreciate such a fact beyond innocent observations. He is also small, smaller than her father, and much shorter than her mother. His body language is far from threatening. If she should accidentally run into any stallion, this would be her first choice. The beating of her heart sinks out of her ears and returns to the comfort of her chest. Her nerves don't totally abate, but her initial state of panic does pass.

The stranger seems to accept her apology and introduces his home with a flourish of pride. Indira yearns to explore these dunes. The quiet confines of the desert are torture to her active mind, but she has ventured far enough into forbidden territory for one day. Her parents won't be pleased to learn of today's adventures. They trusted her to wander, and behave herself without close supervision. She hopes she won't lose that privilege. This was an accident after all.

"I don't know." Indira confesses, some of her feigned confidence lost. "I mean. They don't know where I am, but I don't think they'd exactly come storming your borders." There is a moment of silence, and the sand at Indira's feet suddenly seems to interest her. In hushed tones, she continues, "They won't be pleased with me, I know, but I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Indira lifts her soft, brown eyes to meet the stranger's gaze. "This is my fault. Again, I'm sorry. If-if you don't mind. I'll be on my way home now." The filly gives a polite nod and makes a tentative motion to leave.