Larka was growing more and more accustomed to like in the desert. Grant it she doubted that there would ever be a time that she approved or even liked the heat that radiates from the sands and rocks on hot sunny days but still, it was not all that bad. When the rain was not pouring down upon them, the cloudy gray skies did provide some relief from the hot sun. The excess rain did make what sparse grasses that grew here flourish and where once only yellowed stalks stood, now bright green shoots peaked through the sandy earth. Larka was growing accustomed to her new life here with Lilland and his small herd. Though she had not yet met his lead mare, she felt assured that she would get along with the mare, after all, Sabela had been so welcoming and kind why would this lead mare not be any different? Most days were spent like the rest, roaming lazily through the rocky terrain, grazing on what green shoots she discovered and splashing through the swollen waters that surrounded the spring-fed oasis. She knew there would be a time when water was once more scarce, but for now it was a time of plenty.

Ash dusted nostrils flare as the warm, dry zephyrs drift over her lithe frame, invisible fingers teasing the dark strands of her mane and brushing it back along the elegant curve of her neck. There is a familiar scent on the breeze today, a scent that she did not think she would ever come across again. A loud snort slips from her lungs as slender legs navigate her lithe body towards the oceanscape. A single dial flickers as she crests a ridge and lets silver blue eyes scan the scene that lay before her.

His copper coat stands out against the stark landscape of sand colors and blue ocean. He stands just as she imagined him those many years ago.

Shamwari.

A warm nicker slips from her ashen lips as the pale desert dancer picks up a light canter, closing the distance that separates them. Brilliant silver blue eyes glitter with delight as she stops before him with a toss of her fine head. "Shamwari.." she murmurs, a softness licking at the color of her eyes. She studies him now, staring at the years of age that have carved its way into the fine features of his copper face. "Your still alive!" she finishes, stepping forward to nuzzle his cheek in the way she had done so many years ago, finding that same warmth and comfort that she never thought again she would find. Liland was a kind and caring stallion and did his best to ensure the protection of them all but there was something else, something different about the copper stallion. A sense of security that she felt with him. She had not dared to hope he still drew breath, afraid that perhaps her hope would bring about nothing but disappointment. She had taken to the meadows and commons of the mainland in hopes of finding him, but instead had found Sabela and she was content with that and with the life that was beginning here. Nonetheless, it was still wonderful to see a familiar face once again.