His soft clear eyes studied the mare for a moment. He did not mean to force her to be patient, but he wondered at the feelings of mothers whose children wandered away or left their side. With or without permission. Even in this case, he had encouraged Shararat to go on the adventure she found herself on, and yet he missed her and worried about her. Did this mare have those same concerns? Or was there something else that motivated this hissing and spitting nature before him. For the first time he regretted not making the effort to get to know what lurked behind those dark and angry eyes. The feeling dissapated at the kick of her hoof when he was reminded once again the hardforce could easily meet his face.

Honestly, I do not know. She is not here. Her spirit and dreams were too great to be held here, so she began her adventure. She carries my name across the islands and whatever safety it may bring her. The stallion eyed the mare and swished his tail. He could not deny the traits the woman had drilled into her daughter. And your skills where that may fail her. Wandering the islands, bearing the name of a herd leader could protect the young woman from being claimed by another, or would at least give me rights to step in for her freedom. Where my name failed, I had no doubt Shararat had the mind, the willpower, and the strength to overpowerr any who would dare stand in her way for too long.