Sarisi grew stronger every day, drinking in the wild desert air as it blew the caps off of dunes and flowed the sand-sea about them. Sidika and Maslakhat had become her only need outside of her child. Sarisi, on the other hand, had eyes for only one… the pitch son she had begun to think was her other half. Each a piece of their father - their mothers only shaping them once they were made.

Her mane was full now, certainly odd of their breed - but she found herself delighting in the difference it gave her when matched against the other women who shared her heritage. Sarisi too brought that gene to bear, despite forsaking the white mane of her mother. Pearls and Gold, they were his treasure, Merwerit was proud enough to think.

It is when she is especially feeling her dates that he comes into view.

She is flying over his land, her daughter so spirited in her galloping that she even overtook her exuberant mother - all in order to greet him. First Merwerit calls to him, brilliant whinny impossible to miss - and then Sarisi, though hers is a wild shriek like a wild bird of prey challenging the sky itself. Merwerit grins, remembering when Maslakhat would have had reason to expect such a greeting from herself. She was not a easily kept woman, nor perpetually contented… but Maslakhat fed her vanity, her pride, and his taming of her defiance was fulfilling in a way humans had never managed.

Merwerit slows only as she speeds past him, letting Sarisi nearly careen straight into him at full tilt. Her mother knew that he was a god of sands to her, that he was infallible and her greatest love outside her brother. "Baba!" Just in the last moment, the child rears up and skids into a forward moving rear, flailing her hooves with a second trumpeted whinny so like a challenge it brought a sharp squeal from her mother. "I ought to have named you Yaygara! Greet your father properly, silly girl." And with the demand made, the satin-shine palomino nickering low in her throat and tucking herself against him as best as she can manage. "You have been gone so long I had worried we might have to take in with the brothers and their lot," the shine in her gold eyes is mischief, not at all truth.