She squeals, loud and shrill, her voice carries the whole of the dunes as she seeks her brother.

Her long spindly legs flail beneath her, her racing form hardly ideal but making her fly across the sands like it was no matter at all. She had spent so much time with her mother that she had adopted the same obsession for drinking the wind. Her head thrown up, her tail free-flung on the wind, her nostrils so broad that it seemed like she could breathe down the whole moon and sun.

"Ağabey!" she calls for her elder brother, golden eyes wide and seeking the sand for his especially dark self. "Ağabey, where are you?!" Her voice is still high pitched, but the hard gusts of wind did soften the note from being the usual grating plea she made to the emptiness for her brother.

It had been this way ever since she had been born. It was almost impossible to talk to the child without her regaling a person of her best big brother. Any amount of time she could be with him she leapt at the chance. It almost worried Merwerit to have her daughter so keen on her brother, that she so often wanted to race the dunes in search of him. The only relief for that worry was that Maslakhat and The Arabs were so keen and strong to protect the little golden girl.

"Teach me another trick! Dad and my mom got too busy for me and she sent me to find you!"