Oh, she was going to enjoy making him eat those words later... Somehow.

Delight glittered in her eyes as he taunted her back, helping her to further distance herself from the queer feeling she'd felt as he'd studied her up and down. He turned abruptly, either already aware of where they were going or desiring to lead them on a wild chase and her doubt in his intentions caused her to pause long enough to look at Tefnut before giving chase.

In that moment, Tefnut explains where he was headed and the name of the island was like having an egg cracked over her head, taking her immediately out of the moment.

Salem.

The one place she hadn't wanted to return to. The only place that held only bad memories for the girl. But the Dunes were not the Badlands, and it wasn't like her father was going to show up now anyway. And the sand and the heat were not so bad, once she acclimated.

Rethe hesitated, frowning while she watched the pair of them dash away, her heart in her chest. For one brief, glorious, shining moment she had felt happy again, and she was watching the culprits disappear over the horizon. Their figures got smaller as they dashed away, leaving her behind until finally something yanked her along behind. Call it fate or destiny or desire. Whatever name it went by, it got her feet moving until she, too, was racing after them.

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She is the last to arrive, floundering ashore with wide eyes and a thoughtful purse to her lips. Ahead, Tefnut gleamed against the sandy dunes behind her, glowing pinks and reds against the dusty orange-brown-gray. She paused to admire her for a second before shaking herself and meandering closer, catching the tail end of her commentary.

It made no sense to her and so she looked to Caine for an answer, but finding none there, addressed the red mare again. "Why wouldn't it be?"