Dahozhoni Meadow sidhe

Butterfly followed her gaze into the desert as she mused, listening intently as she spoke of berries. He was not accustomed to the fruits that the sand-bushes produced, but the boy was certainly familiar with these kinds of gifts. The coyote was right, a trail would take too long. Despite the coolness of oncoming night, he was afraid by day the berries would shrivel and be too dry for the Fae Folk to use, unless...

"You seem to know the desert better than me," he turned to her, eyes glinting. "Let's find some berries, I think I have an idea." 

Granted, it was just a guess - he'd run it by her once their pigment was secured.