bhaskara returns his greeting with a soft nicker of her own, glad her instincts had not lead her astray. the shining bay stallion, speckled with white, doesn’t seem to consider her a threat and she wonders why. his curiosity must match her own. the slender bay mare travels closer, curved ears locked on his figure… she is nearly as dark as a shadow, in this twilight, with not a speck of white hair on her body but her eyes shine brightly with intrigue.

his question is expected. who is she. she wonders that herself most days. for the last year or so she has let a place define her. the desert. but who is she really? a daughter. a sister, she thinks… but of who?.. her voice is stronger than she intends, but she needs it to mean something.. she needs to believe she is more than just bhaskara who has nothing. bhaskara who is alone.

i am bhaskara. daughter of arcana. daughter of orhan.

she doubts this will mean anything to the richly colored stallion, but in her heart she knows it is the only truth she has. she cannot rightly lay any claim to the desert because, despite her lineage, she has been bested by the beast cain. while his presence in her true home galls her, there is some niggling feeling lately that makes her wonder if conquering him will heal the rift in her soul… what good would her homeland be if she was still alone? she shakes away this thought like a pesky fly on her nose. she’s not as sure what her aspirations are any more but for the moment, she is glad to be here, under the twinkling stars with what she thinks may be something of a kindred spirit.