"I only hope that one day you should be able to see the Dunes, my son," his father had said. Savaşçı had known that his parents were trying to push him out of the nest for quite some time before they had succeeded. Truthfully, he hadn't wanted to leave. Despite being a man in the Peak, he'd never been treated badly or with disrespect from any of the women. Part of it was likely due to being Marceline's son, but he chose to believe they were good. Certainly better than the Lagoon, he'd been taught that from a young age. His reluctance to leave had been concern for his father. Despite how he was treated, Güneşlenmek had been a prisoner and he couldn't bring himself to leave his aging father's side. Marceline had made him her companion, thus alleviating most of Savaşçı's concerns about his well-being. And the gentle urging of his father to see the Dunes had finally pushed Savaşçı to dive into the sea and make for Salem.

He'd followed his father's directions and eventually pulled himself onto the shore of the Dunes. It was dry like the Peak, but in a totally different way. There was sand as far as the eye could see. The humid air was strangely comforting on his thin coat, and the gentle wind tugged at his sparse mane. With a deep breath, Savaşçı headed deeper into the Dunes.

The shifting sand were strange beneath his feet and Savaşçı stumbled a few times as he gained his sand-legs. The peak was mostly hard packed ground and stone, a far cry from the changing ground beneath him. He crested a dune, staring at the sea of sand before him. It was as gold as he and his father's coats and Savaşçı sighed with contentedness.