Indira is, as usual, full of questions. Who is Iç? Though before she can voice her curiosity, the conversation moves beyond the topic, and the reality of what's to come returns to the forefront of her mind. She'll be travelling home with this chaperone that her parents will likely not approve of. Indira has never been so blatantly disobedient. It's true she couldn't help the sand storm, but she should not have been wandering so dangerously close to a territory that is not her own, and she has no idea how her parents will react to today's poor choices. Indira has never been beaten, but she wouldn't be surprised if today earned her her first physical punishment.

"Thank you.", she squeaks. Though the thanks isn't entirely sincere. If he would choose to send her home on her own, maybe she could get away with her crime. But hopes of such are entirely squashed as the strange stallion falls into step beside her. There's no way she'll get away with this with a stallion in tow. Indira marches on, and with each step she further accepts her fate.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Gabbar." Indira says. This statement, is not insincere as the last. Again, her imagination reminds her of what other characters she could have run into today, and this stallion is the best she could have hoped to encounter. "Mom says Indira means "beauty". She tells me I'm the most beautiful thing she's ever seen." Were Indira's face not covered in fur, there would be color rising in her cheeks. "But I think all moms say that to their daughters."

Their travels take them across a sparse landscape that fades from sand to dry, parched earth, and back to sand. Indira knows that despite its quiet front, her desert home is teeming with life. A curious mind has urged her to explore every secret the desert is willing to reveal. Her comfort here, even in the presence of a stranger, is apparent. The filly's stride opens up, and her posture relaxes. She moves with purpose towards the Oasis where her family spends most of their time.

Soon small, desert shrubs, and dry, desert grasses give way to plant life somehow lush and out of place in the desert. Wading through grasses, grown tall because their small family is not near enough to graze it down, they find water. Indira stops before her small hooves meet the water's edge. Her head is held high and her ears turn, listening. She hears nothing of her family.