Aelin

 It had been an uneventful day for the young filly. The morning had been warm, after a restful night's sleep the sands of her homeland clung to her fur, now however they danced away in the cool breeze that swirled around her. She'd remained within The Throat for a change, relaxing by the oasis and watching the movements of her herd. The sun's warmth had turned the sand into a boiling lava pit underneath her hooves, still young and not quite used to the heat of her homeland, Aelin had taken shelter underneath a tree and simply lounged around. The day had passed by in a lazy haze and Aelin was about to head off and find a decent place to watch the stars come out and play when it happened. 

As she turned a sudden brightness in the distance captured her attention. The filly watched as the world and sky burned under the sudden colours of red, gold and orange. 
There was only one person who she knew could burn so brightly, live so large. "Father." 

Her whisper was lost to the night. Frozen to the spot the filly didn't move, scared for the wellbeing of her father. Yet...no one could actually defeat him, right? He was the Sultan of The Throat. Invincible, indestructible, unbent. The yell of her father spurred her into moving, within moments the filly was soaring over the sands, dual coloured eyes searching for her family. Had someone been hurt? Why was her father furious?  What did he mean by steal? Surely nobody would be attempting to steal the life of a family member? "Father!" Aelin yelled, desperately searching for the dun stallion that (in her mind) was a permanent fixture within their sandy home. There was so much ground to cover, at least the colours of Gaucho's bright flames gave her a direction to fly in. 

Finally she came upon the scene of the crime, an unknown mare was facing against her father. The sandy filly watched nervously as her father pressed his attack, protecting her older sister with his own life. Gracelessly Aelin tumbled back down to earth, landing near the challenge watching with wide eyes. There would be no chance for talking, her father was charging into this fight with the full fury of the sun behind him. It was a truly impressive sight. The girl's eyes turned again towards her sister, only seconds passed as Aelin sped to Zenobia's side. "What happened?" Demanded the filly, searching her sister for wounds. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" It didn't take a genius to figure out that Zenobia was the one Gaucho was protecting.