All these strangers invading her father’s home. Not just her father’s, but her mother’s as well. She did not know any of these horses and the only one she had met, Maslakhat, had now seemingly disappeared. Maybe he was too overwhelmed by the gathering horses at his home. She had collected Mas was also born of these Dunes from a time much later than herself. She was still so very young, but so much change has happened since her birth. Her mother had come last month to tell her she was leaving the islands with Scarecrow. Maybe she would seek out the valley her grandfather came from. Kerr guide them and keep them from death.

The worst part about being an outsider was all the stranger’s faces in the distance. She could see their happiness, their celebration, but she did not fit in. She had not really tried either, but hearing their whispers from a distance were so confusing. They spoke in such a weird way. Scorpio wasn’t sure she would ever understand, but her heart struggles to leave the Dunes. She could go back to the Desert where some of her siblings lived, but the Dunes had always felt like her calling. There was still so much to learn about Bahadir from these sands. She wanted to learn more from Mas, but time had slipped from her much too quickly. Varnished legs gingerly step over the soft sand hills until she was at the base of a large dune. Brown eyes stare out over the long stretch of sand as she gazes at the groups gathering in the distance.