the ground feels strange beneath her round black hooves, supple but not as shifting and changeable as the sand she was accustomed to. there is life everywhere, deep green moss covered rocks, a canopy of wind-tousled leaves, and the rich metallic smell of the living earth. it is pretty, bhaskara admits to herself as she wanders inland, but somewhat oppressive to one so used to open skies and endless waves of sand.

the bay doesn’t relish the idea of disturbing the peaceful quiet of this place but she will not traipse in unannounced either. she calls gently, stopping for a moment, as her delicate muzzle lifts to part the still air with an easy whinny. with no trace of her brother, fjodur happily reunited with her friend, and no prospect at a home currently, bhaskara cannot think of any place she’d rather be than getting to know her sister better. evren.

though she had lead a hard life, traveling alone mainly, searching, fate certainly had smiled on her in the last couple of years. to meet family she had only ever dreamed of, seemed too good to be true. while she hadn’t exactly made a true home on Salem yet, she was certain she would never be leaving the isles as a whole. the bright bay mare was tied to this place now, as blood called to blood. perhaps evren could even offer her advice on how to find something more…

bhaskara had been bested by cain twice now… and didn’t hold too much hope that she would ever be capable of exiling the beast from the homeland of her father… but where else did she fit? she knew that this place, charming as it was, could not satisfy her need for the hot sun and sand… but to wander salem with no true goal was not ideal either.