Standing alone on a sandhill, Rislyn smiled up at the stars. Dain was an idiot, yes, but she nearly always had best intentions at heart. And Rath... Well. If he behaved himself, she'd use a locating spell when all this was over, so he could find her quickly. She turned at the sound of hooves on sand, to find Firemouth approaching. I was told to find you, and make sure you didn't leave early. Chuckling, Rislyn slid down the hill to the horse, leaping lightly onto his back and laying down across him. "I'd never leave you, Rath is so stubborn he would have you follow me to the Gate." Probably. So we leave tomorrow. Good, I think. These people may be horse people, but there is no grass. The fox-goddess laughed long and loud. When she ceased, wiping tears from her eyes, she replied, " Tomorrow evening we'll be out of the desert. Then you'll have all the grass you could wish for!" Firemouth whinnied happily. Nearby, Rhonin and Rath echoed him.