The painted mare briefly glanced up at Volterra as he was most likely assessing the situation. Her thin winter coat was not doing its job and her hot-blooded disposition was chilled. As the licks of wind gathered more power, the snowfall became more like dust particles; coating her eyelashes and annoyingly making her blink repeatedly. Auricles moved towards Volterra’s heavy voice, he was mentioning ‘The Throat’ which Sanaa recalled him expressing how warm it is there. Just at the thought of it made her fill with balminess. Offering a smile and a slight nod, she kept her opinions and questions to herself for now. In the distance: a noise and then movement. A stranger to Sanaa, but likely a friend or acquaintance to the child. Her expression read intrigued but not anxious; albeit she was pleased to see yet another being.

An opaque indigo aura shadowed this stranger and it seemed that with the snow, cinder gray streaks were puncturing the aura. Sanaa was unsure what this meant, for she had never seen an aura like this one, but she noticed as the guest approached closer that the grays were moving upwards, as if driven by a robust energy. The Dorobian vixen observed what she had now smelt, was a mare, admiring her unique horn and the way the body of her mane was short and cropped but how two long strands fell on the sides of her face. Sanaa was excited to notice that the tips of these strands were an electric blue, a hue so stunning and new to her. Her artistic heart leapt with wonderment at a discovery of a new color. This new mare came out bluntly with two questions, of which Sanaa expected Zubari to reply. Her eyes gathered in the imaginary aura that collectively continued to spring upwards and suddenly she remembered no one else saw these outlandish things, so Sanaa answered in place of the young colt. "Zubari needed accompaniment home – so I suppose we brought each other..” her voice trailed as she was distracted by the electric blue color in this mare’s mane, ”I suppose you could assist him farther to his – “

And then, as if descending from the heavens, a stallion daunting the size of Volterra had appeared – completely captivating Sanaa’s breath. Her heart stopped and the snow flurries seemed to settle down to ‘barely there’. A brief thought passed through her mind’s eye, 'It is as if I am being melted into liquid gold’ the colorful thought causing her to see red-oranges and yellows, and then blossoming from that she was dropped back into reality. This massive stag was covered in a silvery buckskin blanket of a pelt, ebony banners created a dramatic frame along with white banding over his back, so like Sanaa’s. He spoke and she did not want to admit that this man was Dorobian, but there was no denying it, 'He used our native tongue.’ Sweetly the unicorn replied, "Jambo, Bwana.” giving him a slight bow; as customary in Dorobo. Sanaa was briefly reflecting in the back of her mind about how she could not sense an aura from this brute, ’Perhaps his own is of no colors?’ and before giving it more time to contemplate, the unicorn made his title known.

His announcement was transitory as he then began a list of others living in the Edge from the Plains. Sanaa’s twin pools lit up at the sound of her sister’s name; she almost didn’t catch it. "Tsavo?” she felt light-headed and was in disbelief. ’If you made it here of course Tsavo did..’ Sanaa searched Tembovu’s eyes, she was unconsciously swishing her tail with eagerness. "Tsavo! Tsavo yeye ni ndugu yangu! –“ and then realizing not everyone spoke swahili, "She is my SISTER!” The young mare was ecstatic and nervous all at once and in the midst of it all Sanaa recalled the gladiator that travelled with her here. Volterra. Abruptly, a feeling of guilt washed over her. Sanaa turned to him and outreached her plush towards his, offering her gentle touch. ”Volterra, I would like to follow you to The Throat; however, I must see my blood. Her orbits were glazed over with emotions that she was unsure of. Although just meeting this bold stallion she felt a yearning attachment after their slight expedition– hormones, instinct, or what, I need you to know I care about your judgments… she tried telling him with her facial expressions. Not everyone could read those well, nevertheless Sanaa felt juvenile to say those things out loud and so with that she waited.