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Winged and horned, the mare would notice once she'd had a chance to get a better look. By all appearances every inch the alicorn she herself was, if not quite as colorful. Roque had decided, for once, to take advantage of fair weather while the sun was up and was out more or less basking. Letting it warm his back, at least.

He startled very faintly and lifted his head, giving himself a shake as he looked for the source of the voice. Didn't take long to spot the mare coming toward him and he turned to face her. What was it with his mother's kind? Were they all just so full of color they couldn't help but wear it on every feather? "Hello," he called back. "How do you do?"

Being lost could indeed break up the usual routine, and push you to do things you normally wouldn't. It could also leave you confused and at a loss and, quite possibly, scared. Not that Caoimhe seemed scared at all. Just. Lost.

"There's a lot of land to wander around, if you don't know where you're going," Roque agreed. "Where are you coming from and where are you trying to go?" He'd do his best to guide her in the right direction, despite the fact that the lands looked so much different in daylight. His sense of direction hadn't failed him since he'd been a colt.

"Roque," he answered. "I'm Roque."

Roque cast a glance skyward, as if he could somehow see the wind that had blown her around. Of course he couldn't, but looking was instinctive. He shook his mane a bit and looked at Caoimhe again. "The wind can get strong around here, sometimes. Your sister must be worried about you." He paused, shifted a hoof against the ground and asked, "Did you come from a high place, hidden in the mountains?" After all, that was where his mother had come from.

And that was beside the point. Back on task, stallion. "And do you remember what it looked like around the teepee? Were there trees?" Roque approved of the two-legs who were wise enough to hide their homes a little in the camouflage of the trees. Not so much those who simply pitched their teepees in the open for everyone to see. No way to protect against predators, that.

"I ask because my mother tells stories about living in the mountains," Roque explained. He should really have started with that, probably, as it might have seemed to come out of nowhere. Still, better late than never, right? "So I wondered if you might have come from the same place." He shrugged his wings easily and smiled.

He nodded at her last question "Not far from here, anyway, in caves with my family and herd. It keeps things cool, at least." If not exactly clean all the time. "I guess it'd take a little getting used to, but they suit us just fine."

Roque nodded slowly. He'd not heard of anyone coming out of the desert, but all things were possible, he supposed. "Not too far away," he confessed. "I've seen the edge of it, flying. Never landed there, but I've seen it all spread out and empty." Not the sort of place he'd like to be, he thought, open and exposed in a way that was far too much for him.

He smiled then. "But if that's where you've come from, you must be glad to be here. We're closer to the water here." Something she'd no doubt realized. "More grass, more leaves, and it's probably cooler."

Roque tilted his head, watching her. He hated to see a mare sad, and he didn't like thinking that he'd reminded her of unpleasant things. Wandering was one thing. Getting lost or lonely was something entirely different. "Once you've got your bearings, I'm sure you'll find her again," he said, summoning up a smile. "And I'd like to meet her. Never hurts to make more friends."

"Of course," he added. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find friends or a herd here."

"I don't know," Roque told her, smiling encouragingly. "You're not doing so badly with me. He meant that honestly. "It'd probably be easier, having you with her, don't you think? Being the first to do something is always trickier than having someone at your side."