Change had come to Salem, although the signs were subtle and easily missed. The way their neighbor's herd shifted in size and composition like the Dunes was of interest. One day she lacked a stallion, and the next she had gained two to replace him it seemed... with the added bonus of a rather motley crew of children and their foul-mouthed mother. Secretly, Vivienne liked to observe the strange trio from afar as one might watch a TV show for the sheer pleasure of passing judgment on the cast. For a mare that seemed perpetually unhappy, the black mare seemed to have a magic grip over both of the stallions that flocked around her.

Vivienne didn't need to wonder what had them so entranced. The presence of three children was enough.

Perhaps the most exciting news of all, however, came from the south. The Dunes had sat all but empty since the slender mare had joined her sister in the Desert. It was occasionally occupied by one entrepreneurial sort or another for a few months before ultimately being abandoned once more, as it had been for more than a year.

New scent markers had begun to crop up on the border of the neighboring territories, however, and Vivienne couldn't help but notice that they were strangely familiar.

She had not bothered to meet their neighbors in the beginning. Vivienne had no desire to waste her time with an unranked son, and the only other eligible bachelor besides Psychadelic was Rafe: a stallion that her darling sister had already set claws into. The thought of spending an afternoon toying with either male was intriguing, but not particularly worth the trouble it would land her in. Nyimara's goodwill was all that was separating her from having to do menial work back home.

Now, though?

Now that selfsame son had his own land, and had gone from uninteresting blob to potentially interesting pawn. It was enough for the perpetually-bored woman to saunter straight into the heart of the Dunes with light, floaty steps and a tail that flagged out behind her.

She selected a small depression between two tall dunes that not only promised relief from the sun but also might work to give her a psychological advantage. Vivi had never met a man that didn't like to feel powerful, and while walking down a dune toward your quarry was hardly an obvious powerplay, no one turned down the high ground in a fight. Situated and as comfortable as one could be on Salem, she lifted her slightly dished head and whistled out a sweet come-hither for the only man she imagined was in attendance.

OOC: She's come in search of Joachim, but the topic is open to anyone and for anything to happen. <3