Indira is getting older. Forever-long foal legs are giving way to more adult proportions, and her mind dreams of the world beyond the desert. Days of flagging her bottle brush tail and chasing lizards across the sand are over. This difference in levels of maturity have kept these sisters from spending much time together, but a lack of similar interest at this moment in time is no indication of their bond.

As much as Indira keeps to herself and lets her sister take part in baby games alone, she loves little Evren and keeps a protective eye over her. With another foal on the way, Arcana is unable to keep up with her youngest charge. The mare does not much more than stand in the shade and sleep. Indira knows what it's like to be Evren's age and have a mom like that. It can be awfully boring, and give way to some risky adventures. She takes it upon herself to keep a silent watch.

Evren's departure from the herd doesn't go unnoticed. Arcana and Indira exchange knowing glances, and Indira turns to follow at a distance. Several yards down shore, she lowers her lips to the water. Only a hazy suggestion of Evren's white markings can be seen through the falling rain and the fog rising off the water. It's the call for help that gets her attention.

She lifts her head, peering through a veil of wet mane. Evren remains upright along the shore. Surely she's not drowning. Curiosity sets Indira into motion. She draws up along side the younger filly and asks, "What's wrong?" Her eyes are fixed on Evren's face and fail, at first, to notice the poor creature afloat on distant water.