Mists tumble above the plants, restless as the raindrops against the champagne's skin burst and spread. Drops slip down her ghostly faint outline of her rib cage, coloured the shade of fire that builds the earth of the sands in the oven-like region of her choosing. They explode against the blades that become shoved between her teeth, flowing sweet tastes of food that has been needed over the recent moons.
Buried so deeply with the intention of slaughtering the hunger that raged with the pit of her barrel, her attention faded while her eyes closed off to a lonesome hue of black. Ears relieve stress in the calls of birds, listening the distressed sound that would give her a reason to pull away from a well-needed meal.
The sight of a new four legged creature that mimics herself does not unsettle any noise they are already about making, so when a voice comes from the blue to speak to her, halting for a moment's notice, her head springs up as if to be a startled bird. Grasses hang from the edges of her lips, pulled in as her hind teeth grind them down.
In the morning light, baked in gray, is an unknown man who talks about her horn. Attention is thrown at him to find a friendly look, smeared lightly about his face, the opaque colour of orange taunts his dark hide. Scents roar off of him, one that seems familiar that she can share with him. The male is brethren.
Settling out of fear laced with nervous tendencies, each pale eye does the best attempt to see the low glow of her horn. It barely existed to her anymore, her brain choosing to ignore it. Within a small gathering of seconds, they're back on him. He wants to be her company, and she is somewhat lonely.
"I won't be one to complain if you choose to."
The soft, weak wake of her words grab a hold of the mists, hanging on so that they might reach him. His presence is strange for her; the last to approach her was Cera, and he spoke more than this spider faced stallion. Proper introductions could aid her some, never aware of all of those that had met her. Any she'd met as a young thing no longer existed to her mind unless they'd made measures to retrieve her for conversations and actions to create a relationship to the female.
"Sikeax, Her own name is no stranger to her tongue, having to speak it in great volumes just so that she might run a risk of being remembered at a chance encounter later on. "but call me Sia." More time adds to their silence, mind wondering what they called him, or what his true identity was, if the land inhabitants knew him by something different. She'd gone far to avoid stereotypes, unwilling to think by appearances. The current, easily mended features of his expression made it hard to see him as bad, but appearances deceived. There would be no easily handed trust given today.

@[Lace]

Her accompaniment seems buried into the task that she herself was well into before his voice left her startled, unsettled, watching with those careful eyes of her's before noticing he was doing nothing wrong when his head ducked down to feed. When she has come to find silence and he begins his turn to speak, each cup is given to him. His voice is easy, simple, much like the rest of him if it wasn't for the marking on his face. Lace happens to be his name, and it is nothing that she's heard of before, but all of the syllables are gentle on any tongue.
Conversation during his turn shifts over to how she smells. Had she even dipped in a pair of nostrils to take a wiff of herself lately? Did she need another bath? She smells of the ocean, as far as he's gone ahead and told her. A mental note is still made to bathe before returning, in case something was to have gotten to her scent.
Food is ripped into his jaws, and once more, the action of speaking has been handed to her. A sigh pushes outwards with clouds of mist, or possibly steam in the morning air, thinking as of his words. The lone nod that moves her medium sized skull and glowing horn is a reply to the words offered.
"As are you?" It was easy to misjudge, definitely in a time such as this. Sunlight had clawed it's way through the walls of clouds that sprinkled water droplets upon their hides. She know notices that they're reversed to one another in colouring, popping an almost unnoticeable smile to change the appearance of her previously still lips.
"I'm not fond of the heat. You may laugh as of I live in the desert, but it burns my hide." Even the mere mention of her sunburns remind her that soon she's got to go back to be of assistance in any way possible. It takes that smile away from her pretty, youthful face almost on cue. "I like the cool air more, but not those that live in it."
If things had been different, then chances could be that that the scent of sea breeze and sand would be whatever scent that the members of the Basin bore. There was never any time to go and find someone seen as evil and racist only to see what they smelt of, nor did it seem wise.
"What about you?" She cannot drag away herself of easily, faintly curious as of him. There seems so few of them like him, who was comfortable with grazing quietly with easy spoken ways instead of slamming conversation into the face of strangers found about the land.