A'idah's stay in the Dunes had been eventful, from the moment she had eaten the bitter, poinsonious weed to the nights she had spent spread out on the desert floor racked with shivers. A smile brushes her dark lips as she thought of Valve's kindness for allowing her to stay in the Dunes while she fitfully fought off the symptoms of the noxious weed. She raises her delicate crown higher on her arched nape as the Oasis of the Desert, comes into view. She slows to catch her breath, her belly swollen and painful from caring her foal. She could feel deep down that there was something terribly wrong.

She rests for an hour, her hoof cocked lazily as she catches her breath and regains her strength. She tips her head up to the heavens, the sun dips lower toward the horizon, signaling that night shall soon be upon her. She swallows, the dryness of her throat reminds her that she should trek across the remaining dunes to the Oasis and have her fill of water. She takes a step, pain shoots through her abdomen. White rings around her eyes as she realizes that it is time. She takes another step, the pain fades for a moment before it returns just as strong as before. In panic, she opens her mouth, a nicker erupts from between her lips. "Orhan!" She desperately needs him. She takes a few more steps to top the dune, and carefully treks into the middle of two dunes.

Her knees buckle as she reaches the bottom. She does not fight the urge to lay down, yet she can not fight off the nagging feeling that there was something wrong. As the contractions continue, becoming stronger with each wave. She closes her dark eyes and lays her head on the desert floor, grunts escape her lips as the pain numbs her. She does not keep track of time, as her contractions continue, even though most of them are unproductive in pushing the foal from her body. Sweat darkens her coat, as she fights to bring her child into the world.

The sun has dipped below the horizon when a final contraction pushes the foal into the world. He does not move, his dark coat damp. A'idah lifts her head, her chocolate eyes fall on the dark lump that is her foal. She finds her feet, pivoting in a panic, she drops her muzzle to bump the colt. He does not move, except for the shallow breathing that expands his chest. Instinct takes over as she begins to lick his damp bay coat, it seems to strengthen the colt as his breathing becomes stronger. She sighs, as he finally flutters his eyelashes and looks up at her. She admires him, from the blaze to the white speckles on his belly and chest.

She gasps as she realizes that he is the same bay color of her father. "My Bahadır." She says breathlessly. She knew that soon Orhan would find her, and she would introduce him to their son. Until then she was content to just be in this moment with her son.