Thorns pricked as the sooty buckskinned lass studied the puzzlement in the draft mare's façade. She smiled faintly as the other asked of what many would call are more reasonable version of her name. There was hardly a soul that called her by her whole name, the only man who did that was her sire and he was long dead. "Ysabellanazeka… Please call my Ysa or Ysabel or Nazeka, whichever suits you." She was a blunt creature but she spoke respectfully to the other mare. The Pirate Queen's grin widened as she felt the mention of her offering had achieved the desired interest in the Prime Minister. Thorns pricked as command was issued and the belle needed no further instructions as she nodded once and turned, checking back on the draft and motioning down the mountainside when the other was ready to go. Rodrigo would be an impressive beast to be sure and she wondered what this little coven of mares would do to the good-mannered titan (not that she cared much).
As they moved the mare called Impatienza asked of her reason for coming to the Peak. Her expression was casual and light, there was no indication of how the simple question lit the fires of her memory. "Calphir has fallen." Even though there was gravity to the words, she kept her tones light as if she were talking about the weather. "There really is no place else for a lowly bandit like me in a kingdom reshuffling itself under great turmoil. I cut my losses and decided to come here. You know…the desert born are fond of stories…stories of the islands have found their way to Calphir." The desert born tribes of Calphir had been in existence for hundreds of years, feuding as desert bands do to later be united under the rule of the Lions and his golden city. But this was history now, an age of prosperity had ended and Ysa thought it was perhaps a good time for change. "After a while, the stories of lionhearts and misfits can get stale. I have yet to venture to Salem though I would rather be a sister of the Peak than a wife and mother to any stallion." This she added with a bit of a chuckle, though the words were honest and true.
"What about you Impatienza? If you don't mind me asking how do you like living at the Peak?" The winds remained wild thought they were sooth now, but they could decide to change moods again at any given time. For now it was easy enough to converse with the dark hued Prime Minister. Where the path became tricky it was likely the conversation was halted but gradually they were approaching the base of the mountain. The sand and ash tainted mare was a bit surprised to find Rodrigo had made a bit of a start up the mountain. She had left him to his own devices early to make her climb. There stood the galleon where he had stopped and was looking out across the distance for signs of his small companion. He was a large hellion, a face handsomely carved Andalusian though you could see other lines of working horse blood in him. His bay coloring tinted with shadows here and there.
"His name is Rodrigo. He came here with a mare who was heavy with child. I assume the mare may be giving birth if she has not already. The poor boy is playing the worried father…though…I'm fairly certain the child isn't his."
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