Verdigris Ravine 'tis time that i fare from you

S'ari supposes she could be called the founder, yes, she replied. Though she did not come up with the idea. The Tribe is old, much older than she, and hails from another desert, far away from here. S'ari came from this Home Tribe and went out on her own to bring the ways of the Tribe to others. She is not the first to do so, nor will she be the last. As long as there is the Desert, there will be the Tribe.

S'ari smiled at Talisman's positioning as he lay down. This way of facing her but not directly was something the Home Tribe also did, a way of showing respect without coming off as confrontational, like avoiding holding someone's gaze for long. It seemed this yearling would fit in perhaps more than he realized.

S'ari hummed noncommittally at his question of whether she was feeling better, her head tilting from side to side. She is lucid, and that is good. But she still tires easily. Even walking for a while is exhausting. She must regain her strength. But she is much better than she was. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. So. Where does our portent of doom hail from? In her eyes was a laugher and mischief, once again showing that she was only joking.