Rhaenys' attention had dissipated like smoke after dragon's flame. Since the arrival of her little brothers, Rhaena had found time to sneak off more and more. Her first disappearance had not gone unnoticed by her mother, but her subsequent visits had. Eventually Rhaena just stopped returning to the Hills. Her mother's devotion had been fleeting, and Rhaena supposed she liked it better that way. If the rumors spread among the gossipier mares she'd been around, Rhaenys had not been the only mother whose love came with conditions. Rhaena had never felt close to her father either. She did not feel much more than indifference to the fact. After all he had many more children than her. She was her mother's only daughter.

She'd been slinking through the Desert for months now. She didn't know why she was there. The first time she'd come was to see Nyimara herself. However the silver-haired woman of Salem had not appeared, no matter how long she waited and no matter how many times she came back. Eventually she scents and smells of the Desert changed, Rhaena's own mingling slightly. She never stayed in one spot for too long, after all she wasn't really meant to be here and hoped it would be enough to save off her scent. She'd come for answers, and she was still sure the Desert could give them to her.

Stars sparkled above her head and it seemed as most of the world was asleep. She thanked the cloudless night for her ability to see as she approached the small pool of water. Her coat was inky black in the darkness, the silver of her mane accented by the glow of the moon. She dropped her head to drink, the cool water a balm against her parched throat. She'd find a spot a good distance from anyone else soon enough, but for now she needed to drink.