She had hidden on Salem, though not in the Dunes, waiting for her father to return. She had always been a bit negligible in the grand scheme - nervous to upset the applecart by asking for her father’s attention. Sayyida was a kind woman and she deserved to feel at peace. She had grown keeping out of sight when she could manage it, seeking recognition only from her mother when Indira could spare the attention.

Now, though, she hears her father’s call for anyone that would call themselves family and she cannot know that her presence would be only more painful. A daughter that wasn’t abducted. Her head turns the direction of the call and she gauges the gallop only a few seconds before breaking with a flurrying of sand and an excited squeal.

Her dark mane lays across her graying buckskin body without any bite of white outside of where her white marks touch the roots. No graying for her legs, her mane, her tail.

Her speeding figure arrives the first of anyone, her eyes watching Antares fetching his Wife with a bit of an awkward ‘looking elsewhere’ pose suddenly. She hadn’t any idea what they had all endured, but she understood that if they had been gone so long and looked as ragged as her father did about the eyes and hip bones, then it was bad. She doesn’t announce herself or say hello, a few more arriving just after herself.