The days were growing shorter, a reminder that once more the seasons were changing and giving way to the cooler winter months to come. It was this time that Harlequin was finding that she enjoyed the most, especially in the desert. Though the sun still beat down upon the lands of sand and rock, the winds that blew over the island were cooler now, rich green grasses found growing much easier in the shade and shadow created by the flowering palms. Where spring and summer were the months she akinned to rebirth on Tinuvel, here in Salem, it was fall and winter.

However Cain's absense as of late had been noticed. A single ear swivels backwards as nostrils flare with cautious apprehension. There was another here, another that called the challenge of claim and inwardly Harlequin found herself cursing. Dark eyes narrow in displeasure but she does not immediately approach the stranger. Instead she turns away, her steps light and dancing as she charged down the rocky outcropping and headed towards the small oasis where most of the herd gathered loosely. Twinge lifted her dark head as Harlequin passed but the black and white mare offered her daughter no insight into the questions that shown in her eyes. Instead the darkling dancer moves through them and towards the slow moving waters, her black and white tail lifted high like a mighty banner behind her. Ears swivel atop her skullcap as she lifts her small dished muzzle and releases a call of her own. A call she hoped would be answered by the stallion she sought.