It was a myth, a tale the elders told children to keep them from wandering off into the desert... Until Nigghann arrived, and proved that it was not. Willing to sacrifice life and limb to right the unbalance within the desert; she could enthrall a horse, and bend it to her will, just as easily as she would blindly rush into a situation, on sheer instinct alone, without thought for consequence - leaving him to sort out the resulting chaos. Captivating, distant, peculiar even, she was the most passionate, aggravating, exasperating, reckless, heedless, unwary, enraging person he has ever met. A stranger to his world, and its ways, she was welcomed, embraced. And no matter how hard he fought it, he was part of it, as dependent on her as she was of him.