Eljin's ship landed thankfully sooner than expected. His stallion Asher quivered and pawed at the straw covered floorboards of his stall. The beast as much as the master didn't like to be in this solid wooden trap. It bothered them in a way that many wouldn't ever understand. His long white hair was left down this day which with all things considered wasn't that odd. He braided a few gold beads into the stallion's mane as they waited for the ship to come to a complete halt. Once slung the light saddle into place on the horse's back before slipping the bit-less bridle on his head. The coppery fur that covered his body had been brushed out to a radiant shine as had the copper threaded white main and tail. He pulled the black hood up over head head lazily before he lead the beast from its stall and up to the main deck. Once there Asher called to the rest of his heard loudly earning many answers of softer tones.<br/><br/>The prince smiled as he glanced up to the now carefully being bound up sail. His pale blue green eyes took in the world around them carefully before he swung up into the saddle and rode his horse off the boat. A few people who traveled with him didn't belong to his band per-say. They were those that had paid for their fare across the desert sea. A few seemed to be getting ready for a fight with... Was that a woman with a bird skull on her head? He blinked at the scene as he lazily urged his steed towards the group, "Do you rough necks make it a habit of picking fights with those who are different from you?"<br/><br/>His question was directed at the men who leered and jeered at the woman. She was clearly strong as she held her ground easily enough against these men. He leaned on the saddle horn as he took her in little by little. She was one of those birds from the Capital. Likely they were concerned as  to what was going on with everyone gathering in one place. In all honesty it was to celebrate the marriage of one of the older princes to a fine bride who would bless him with children of his own. There was no skipping out no matter how much he wished he could. The only thing that might have given him away as one of the 12 princes was his way of riding a horse. The man didn't even hold the reigns in his hands, he merely used his legs to show what he desired.<br/><br/>None of them had much to say about the capital normally after all its rules and demands mattered little to those who could vanish into the great desert and live without a problem. They also held a large vault of treasure to make it painful to others who wished to control them. He watched the woman for a moment, "What do you want, feather?"