Mazarine welcomes herself to the desert, Cain in tow. The large stallion strikes her as kind-hearted. Maybe a little risk taking didn't put her in danger at all. He is nothing short of a gentleman, maintaining a respectable distance and allowing his newest herd member the freedom to choose her own trajectory through the territory.

A long drink is just what Mazarine needs to wash down the heavy meal she just ate in the commons. She lifts her head and licks fresh water from delicate lips. Her ears flip forward, like two little flames atop her head. She turns her face to the other mares and evaluates them with curious eyes. Her tail hangs loose between her hocks and muscles smooth in the absence of fear. Mazarine hasn't had a lot to fear in her short life. She's had a comfortable upbringing. The true meaning of danger is something she yet needs to learn.

"Hey. Name's Mazarine, but you can call me Maz.", she offers, turning in the water to face the other two. A small motion sends a series of ripples across the once-still surface of the oasis, just as a small mare is about to send ripples across these islands. Her greatest disturbance will begin in the Desert. "I'm not lost. Cain brought me here."

Mazarine's dark eyes sweep the landscape. It stretches as an expanse of dusty, parched earth, dotted with dry, shrubs. Some greenery sprouts around the oasis. A little fresh water gives life to a lot in a place like this. It's unlike anywhere she's ever lived, and that thrills the young mare. All she wants now is something different from what she had. A desert would not have been her first choice, but now that she's here, she's glad for it. "It'll do.", she answers Cain. A little smile lights up her face.

"So, tell me about yourselves." Mazarine begins. She shifts her weight to resting one hind leg, still sanding in the shallows.