She cannot help the smirk that slides across her lips as he comments dryly about not recruiting weaklings to his herd. In her eyes, there were not many alive that were not weaklings in some manner or sense. "I guess it is best to walk through fire." she taunts playfully, flicking alabaster tail lightly against lean haunches as she prances beyond his reach.

It was a curious fact, knowing that he savored the feel of her hard touch upon his skin. Perhaps even more disconcerting was the fact that she too found some semblance of pleasure in it. It was not just the throaty purr upon his lips or the way his dark eyes seemed to alight as blunt teeth pinch flesh between her jaws, but something more, something primal that stirred the sensual urges long buried and dormant. A single lobe twitches at his good humored jib about hiding away her name from other in an attempt to keep her his dirty little secret. It thrilled he to think of such an implication but she cannot help but to feign total innocence. "Keeping me locked away in some cave somewhere?! You ARE embarrassed of me!" she teases trotting forward, following after his guiding form. He leads her easily over the windswept dunes, his thick frame a stark contrast to the dull browns and sand colored scene of the landscape. Despite the harsh exterior, Harlequin was pleased to see that just as with any landscape, there are hidden secrets to this land. Green grasses flourish near the waters edge, even in the cold grasp of winter. Here and there patches of snow salt the sandy hills but for the most part the air is warm and inviting, no doubt a pleasurable relief to what mares were growing round with foals.

"I will admit when hearing the word Desert you do not imagine such a opportunity for grazing and yet it seemed adequately plentiful." she muses, pausing now to sniff at the fallen dates beneath a great tree. Gingerly she uses her muzzle to bush aside the sand and lifts a single fruit, savoring the sweet flavor upon her tongue. The Bay never produced anything so sweet, even in the bright green spring months when everything was in bloom. "Not that Im getting soft or anything. I still like a colder climate." she teases, flicking his shoulder with her tail once more as she saunters past him, brushing her black and white skin against the rough bark of the tree, a single ear tilting towards him. Dark eyes meet his beneath the thick veil of her two toned forelock. "So... aside from not bickering with your other little collectables and not fraternizing with the enemy, what else ya got?" she purrs, amusement tugging her ashen labrums upwards into the beginnings of a smile as her finely chiseled head tilts towards him, "Should you tell them or I? After all a leader only goes so far without subjects to push around."