Despite the rolling dunes between them, Caesarion's eyes narrow against the setting sun. He can make out the figure's head turning in his direction. Then, to his surprise and pleasure, they issue a whinny in response and move toward him. The chestnut feels the thrum of excitement send a vibration throughout his body as the stranger comes ever closer.
The maiden that approaches him in colored in shades of red. Part of him wonders how much of her appearance might be skewed in the light of sunset. A smile spreads across his lips as she greets him, all fiery wonder. Then, his anticipation dips as she asks if she's made it to the Hills. Caesarion watches as she looks around, hopefully, and wonders what would be drawing her there.
There is no ill will in him that would derive enjoyment from watching her bubble of hope burst by telling her she hadn't reached her destination. He knows she wouldn't be able to make it to the Hills before night finished swallowing Salem. There would be miles of cold, bitter stretches of desert with little to shelter between here and there.
"You're in the Dunes," he replies rather reticently. "The Hills lie to the northeast of us, and I'm sorry to say you likely won't get there before dark."
Caesarion
the chestnut splash son of Helios & Belladonna