Another horse appeared, this time coming from the opposite direction, following the dirt path that lead to where the small group was standing. It came to a halt, and the rider gracefully dismounted, the hood of her cloak falling from her head to reveal a freckled face with high cheekbones, and thick, auburn hair plaited in numerous braids. Amma considered putting it back on, but then decided against it. The sun was hot, and she had no need for secretiveness about her identity in this immediate moment. She patted her horse, which had hair that shifted like light upon water, changing colors as it moved. She turned to address the group.
"Good morni-" She started to say, then winced as she witnessed Abel fly from their horse and land, hard on the ground. She watched as Val calmed the horse and then reprimanded the other two men. She hid a smile. Already having troubles? What else would this journey entail? She had to admit, she liked the group already.
She glanced over at the djinn, who stood haughtily to the side. She noticed that some of his features seemed slightly different, higher cheekbones and a sharper nose. Strange. Abel was standing, rubbing their bottom, and nodding to something Val had said. She turned to Kian, adjusting the straps on his saddle behind her.
"Excited to be off?" She inquired, stepping closer so he could hear her. Then she wrinkled her nose. "You smell of...mead! Have you been in the barrels already? The sun didn't rise but an hour ago!"