Fiona rode her horse. The horse was a pure chestnut colour. It's mane was black, and it had white fur coming from above its hooves. The white dispersed into the true chestnut colour the farther you would get from the hooves. The horse carried supplies for her survival. A week's supply of food, a week of water, and a map with various landmarks. A tent, and a sleeping mat. She had received the letter to be a hero had come during her self-imposed exile in the desert. It was just a survival training, but a long one. She had learned that her "partner" had left without her, so she went faster to make up the distance. After a good hour or two of traveling, she saw someone in the distance. They were riding a horse with supplies, and appeared to be from the earth kingdom. Fiona held her hands to her mouth as if they were a cup and she yelled out "Hello!"