life was vastly different for the bright bay mare than it had been just a few short weeks ago. her sense of purpose had shifted. for many years she had been adrift, alone and disjointed from the life she craved so badly… now she was alive with the promise of family, of a home, of hope… and it suited her.

the daughter of orhan takes her familial tie to bahadir very seriously. though she has not asked for any rank within his herd she still feels bound by a sense of duty to protect and aid him and the mares he had gathered. her dark eyes are ever watchful on the horizon of shifting sand and endless sea.

the dunes are not the home she had dreamed of when she first stepped hoof back on to the shores of salem. twice she fought the stallion cain in the desert, desperate to win back the land of her father, and twice she failed. it was only luck and the direction of allah, she felt, that had lead her here and to her brother. she realizes now how lucky she was. perhaps, if she had won back the desert by brute strength, she would have gone some time before making the vital connection that brought her so much joy now.

bhaskara notices the form of the buckskin long before she is able to determine it’s sex. she traverses the slopes of sand between them with careful grace, curved ears fixed on the unfamiliar form. from her dark lips she offers a quiet greeting as she finally draws near enough. she stands proudly before the mare, with some degree of curiosity… who is the stranger? the blood bay stretches her head toward the golden mare, offering to exchange breaths, before speaking. ”a stranger in our midst? yet you do not seem unfamiliar with this place… I am Bhaskara. Sister to Bahadir who leads this territory.”