The feminine call reached Black Heart Machine’s narrow ears and she turned to look upon her welcome party with satisfaction in her deep brown eyes. It was nice to be greeted by another mare—too often it happened that when the Akhal-Teke entered a new territory, she was greeted by an overzealous stallion who either wanted her to leave immediately or he would attempt to convince her to stay as one of his devoted objects of undying affection. Of course, Black Heart Machine didn’t take lightly to either option.

The mare seemed slightly hesitant to come too close to her, and perhaps this was a wise choice. After all, Machine was unknown to her, and one never could be too careful these days. Leopard however, despite the sizable gap between them, was welcoming enough.

“Thank you,” she replied in response to the mare’s casual but sincere welcome. “My name is Black Heart Machine; from Vulcan Peak.”

The dark mare didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. She had come to discuss the implications of the Peak, and what Leopard had heard—if anything. It was of great interest to the Vulcan Codebreaker what knowledge was already circulating about the Peak and their goals. If she could clear up any misconceptions, then she would. If Leopard was curious, which many mares often were, then she would be happy to answer any questions she had. After all, this was how they could gain ground for their movement. To spread the word, and perhaps even learn of a few things she didn’t know about the state of the islands as it were.

BLACK HEART MACHINE