The Sand Princess missed home, she missed the red sand and the sea breeze which rolled in with each lap of the tide, she missed how warm everything was. While she did not know all her siblings, she missed how she woke up in the morning knowing that she belonged and that her blood was never far from her side. She had found kinship in the Edge, in the form of Zubari and she'd found herself rotating toward him as though he'd become a blanket for her frayed nerves and soul. She felt weak, she'd left home and she'd not even found what she had been looking for, how could she go home to her mother, her brothers and her sisters and not have Tasokh by her side.

How could she go home to her family without the missing piece of her puzzle?
She needed Tasokh, now more than ever.

Her search for her sister had drawn her from the land of her birth in a desperate, pleading attempt that the Sun God would find it his his heart to show her the way to her sister. Crowned head dipped lower as lilac eyes glanced over the fresh fallen snow in front of her, her silvery breath whisping into nothingness which each exhale. The faded tracks of deer, rabbits and all manner of fur blessed creatures the object of her fancy. Anything to keep her occupied as she trawled from pillar to post chasing what seemed like a ghost.

There was a peaceful, pristine kind of touch winter brought it the likes fire and heat could not touch. A delicate balance of reflective notes and sombre chords, it drew the fair haired filly into nothingness. Stood like a statue across the blanketed ground of winter's veil, her white flames burned like ethereal memories of summer upon her wings. She did not belong to winter, she was no woman crafted of ice and crowned with a halo of frost, she was not a dārilaros promised to a barren trees and flowerless fields. She was a dārilaros of fire, carved and crafted from the rock and heat, tempered in the blood of all she held dear. Her veil was desert flowers, her song was the drums of war.  

Why then, did she feel so broken despite knowing herself down to the marrow of her bones. Did Tasokh, where ever she was, feel the same?  

From her vigil on the fringes of the forest she something, at first, her gaze skimmed over as though she didn't believe what she saw. Then, like she had been seeing the world in shades of grey and black, the world burst back into colour with a ferocity which caused her heart to leap and the flames upon her wings to flare toward the heavens.

It was her!

"Hāedar!" Her voice echoed out from the tree line before she burst forth from the frost dusted brushes and low hanging branches, fiery wings out stretched toward her sister, all of herself thrown into a ground covering gallop. She'd found her, had the answer simply been to sit in one place and wait all along? She didn't care anymore at this point, Tasokh was there. Right in front of her.

"Hāedar, where you been? I missed you." Her voice bled into roughened hues akin to their father's, a habit she had picked up and failed to shake. Verro's hind legs buckled as she slid to a stop in front of her smaller sister, while wings attempted to envelop the paler twin within their embrace. "You hurt?" Her marked face changed from elation to concern as her lavender eyes began to look over her sister, trying to spot anything that may have been out of place.  



Hāedar = younger sister

she slept with wolves without fear.