Since returning to the Desert from the Crossing, the days had passed in a monotonous blur. If he were honest, they were quite dull. He craved more excitement—anything to break the tedium that came with border patrols and checking various oases in search of those lost in the desert dunes. He let out a weary sigh and shifted his weight, his glacial blue eyes scanning the wind-swept sands until they finally landed on the foamy surf of the ocean. He had picked this vantage point specifically because it offered a clear view of both the sea and the expansive desert landscape.

His gaze lingered on an unfamiliar horse emerging from the sea’s embrace. His ears perked up, filled with anticipation for their next move. Would they venture deeper into the sands, or would they realize their mistake and swim back? After catching their breath, they pressed onward into the desert. A surge of excitement coursed through his spotted coat as he turned from his vantage point and located the worn path leading into the blistering sands. His leisurely pace transitioned into an eager trot, his dark mane and tail flowing behind him as he galloped confidently across the dunes.

As the distance closed between them, he slowed to a walk and halted at a respectful distance. His icy gaze brightened, and a smile spread across his face. She was stunning. Her pale dusky coat shimmered under the brilliant desert sun, while a gentle breeze danced through her light mane and forelock. Just as Sihtric prepared to bridge the gap, a familiar voice caught his attention, compelling him to stop. It seemed they both shared the same idea for the day. He nodded toward Asmodeus as the King approached the dusky mare.

He listened intently as the King greeted her warmly and welcomed her home. His gaze shifted from Asmodeus to the young mare, who was now identified as Rota. "Welcome home, Rota." he greeted.