as bhaskara walks, she feels like nothing can surprise her after the shock of discovering her brother… but that is only just a feeling. the universe itself seems to mock her, throwing another entirely unexpected scenario her way. her deep brown eyes eyes widen and her posture stiffens defensively when a small painted mare comes hurtling around the shoreline. she lifts her head, blowing a hard snort, eyeing the direction the mare had come from with worry. what caused the little mare to rush so?

when it becomes clear that the silvery black figure is headed directly for her bhaskara breaks into a swift trot, helping to close the distance between them. her worry deepens when the small mare staggers and she hears her gasping breaths with her black tipped curling ears. before she can ask if the stranger was okay the mare utters a statement that is all-the-more strange.

”of course i can. speak your trouble little one, and quickly. is there something that chases you?” she speaks matter of factly, and quickly. there is an obvious sense of urgency about the petite mare and she wonders if danger lurks in the distance and if it follows. she sees the sweat dripping from the brow and the heat rising from the back of the mare and wonders if she will recover from this over-exertion. it is unwise to put oneself in such a state in such an unforgiving landscape. though it is fall the sun still beats down warmly, with hard golden rays and the heat can take a serious toll.