White appendages are stretched one by one before folding neatly at the sabino's side. Air is pushed and pulled through lungs, a snort escapes the nostrils of the sabino, and ears perk, staring at the Sultana.
Daggers hit the sand, scraping it as the sabino waits for the second Sultana, Sumati to speak. Another is visible from the corner of blue orbs, a peculiar stallion with a black mane and tail, the ends tipped in red. His horn and eyes match that of his tips, and there's a marking visible on his flank. A heart. Interesting, for a stallion. A smirk crosses the pink lips of the sabino, laughing sounds out in mind. A serious look is placed back onto the face of the sabino, and head is angled up to the Sultanas, waiting for them to speak again. Mind processes current situation quite quickly. A war, aye? 'Bout time. I'm aching for a realfight. Blue pools trail to the area around them, red sand, and nothing but. A small burst of wind blows, and blue orbs focus back on the Sultanas.