Storms.
They breathed an air of real aggression into the world, laughing maniacally in the face of anyone who dare challenge their superior presence in the world. A constant show of strength was like a dark, macabre opera: loud, vibrant, bursting with emotion in a language the champagne mare would never understand.
The whole show pushed her away from her true love. She was a woman scared of her lover in times of turbulence, fleeing with a fast foot that didn't care to look back once she was on the run.
Standing on the beaches earlier that day with lightning strung out across the horizon line, waves agrivated and thrashing, throwing brutal hands that tempted her to enter so that it might abuse and bruise her, she fled once more. Romancing the sea would have to wait for another day.
Cracked hooves drug themselves across grass. Desert sand glued itself to every part of her coat, embedding itself beneath the growing hairs of her early winter coat. The idea of rolling in the softer bedding seemed welcoming, but in the open and after traveling from the outer points to the most inner areas of the Oasis, lying down seemed sinful. Sleep would call her name soon enough, and lacking a partner to lay with for the night, the likelihood of encountering predators in the night was high.
Even if it was Orangemoon, some could still be desperate.
In some sort of strike of luck, she finds Him, whoever he happens to be. The dark set of wings is foreign, too low in shade and too high in height to be Ampere, though it seemed unlikely that Sikeax could displace the small mare from a crowd. He is an absolute stranger residing within her home, someone she'll probably be expected to know later on.
Wasn't that how it always ended up?
She is rather cautious in her arrival, moving into the area with a slow gait that mimicked a stalk, watching with careful eyes to ensure that this wouldn't lead to startlement or aggression. A soft nicker announces her presence to him, extending her horned skull outwards at the full length of her neck. Blue light poured over her features, outlining the lines that detailed out every bit of her caution in his presence.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" It was not an issue, was it? The invasions didn't affect the Throat as far as she was aware, so whether or not he was outcasted from them and had come to the Throat for refuge was unknown. They were strangers living in the same home as others were, and seeking safety in the company of another couldn't kill.

@[Mesec]