A soft breeze ruffles her blonde tresses, she closes her honey eyes, a soft smile touches her dark lips. "Shukraan." She whispers to the star studded heavens, it was a blessing for the desert to breathe her breath on A'idah's arched chestnut nape. The Desert was now her home, yet a deep call beckons her to return to the Dunes. It had been her home for 2 years, she was curious to see if Gabbar was still there. Gabbar had been an old friend, one that she valued and yearned to speak with.

She lifts her delicately curved neck, she swivels it to the left and right, her honey eyes scan the desert horizon. A dark sweat begins to prick her hide beneath her blonde tresses, she halts her swinging walk to catch her breath. She has never before felt winded just from walking the desert sands, she swings her lips around to her ever growing barrel. A soft smile touches her lips. As she steps across the border that separates the Dunes from the Desert, she continues her ambling pace.

She halts to rest, and notices a few blades of grass peeking from the sands, she drops her lips to them and pulls them from the sands. They were bitter on the tongue, if it had been daytime she would of seen the slight discoloring; the tell-tale sign of disease. She flicks her crimson tail over her rabicano sides, before she opens her mouth to call to who ever dwells here. She steps away from the grass, leaving the remaining blades to wither away and die.