Ni'Srilan: The Desert: fantome ;

The night is cool. It does not bite like the winter wind, but it holds warmth against it as it strokes the inhabitants of Ni’Srilan. The desert shifts, and the mountains in the distant seem to dance. They are not like the mountains of Andarin, and there is no biting cold. Of course, there is little water, but the oasis seems to always be refreshed and while it is warm, it is not too warm. Or maybe that’s just because of the fire that creeps along her skin like a snake.

“Fantome.”

Her breath is a whisper as she turns to see the oncoming stallion approach. She sees his love and child in his mind, and the severity of the situation, but she does not see them near him. And she sees Aian, calm, beautiful Aian, in his mind and heart. She will have to tell him. He should know.

Hypatia and Kail are near the dark water stallion within a few minutes, and the sands are conforming to her steps. She is graceful without ever meaning to be as she walks. “Welcome back, Fantome.” Her eyes are searching, and there is a glimmer there and her lip twitches on one side. He had come, said he would stay, left, and now come back. She is wary, but she cannot fault him for trying to find himself – his home. “Aian won’t be coming, Fantome.” Her words are soft, though and her eyes warm. “Going to tell me why you left?”