Her mother had done what she was good at, keeping distant from anyone she hadn’t built a solid faith in. Her father included. It was not lost on Jyeshtha that her birth was unusual for her father’s people, that somehow it impeded the faith of her father’s true soul-mate in her husband, but somehow the Mira never made Jyeshtha feel it. She spent much time amongst her uncles as she was allowed to wander more and more into and amongst the herd her mother hid on the outskirts of.

That was why she was coming to tell her mother that enough was enough. Her teke shine and height, her marwari ears and eyes, her arabian fire and delicate build -- she was meant to be amongst the denizens of the dunes above all else. Her uncle Rigel had regaled her splendidly with the beliefs of his people and the brilliance of her mothers own part to play in his settling here. Indira, her mother, had seeded the roots of a forsaken prince and made him a Sheik.

What else could Indira ask for in a home, after all?
And what of her own brother making his way here?

Surely the Dunes were triply blessed.

She whinnies high and whistling to her mother as she approached the public wateringhole that was, to her knowledge, technically her uncle Atair’s. Just past that, a blip against the higher dune ridge, stood her colorful mother - a match for herself until the lighter tones she had acquired the past year took hold of a greater portion of her color. "M’ma. The uncles have found Brother Tarek! They are welcoming him! I think that he followed Mira Sayyida’s friend, Uncle Rigel’s bosom-lady, here!"

She is excited as she makes herself rub her long form along her mother’s side. "Tell me you will show him to me, introduce me-- I so want a sibling as Al Hilal and Al Murzim have!".