Khar glances at Wasp as the mare gave an exasperated stomp of her hoof. Of course she did not know anything of Khar'pern's little tryst with Gent and neither did Khar offer it to anyone. It was not their business. How her daughter came about was for her own thoughts alone and she was not exactly about to spill the beans now. She did not need a stallion and neither did her daughter.

An impish smile curves across her lips as brilliant silver gaze blinks up at Wasp as she nudges the dark woman's shoulder affectionately. "Of course there is a war love, there is always war... some just choose to let it become the focus of our lives." she teases playfully. True she was determined to fight for the peak, to rise against the tides of change in aid of her sisters of the mountains, but that was not the only thing in her life. It was not her sole focus.

Ears perk in curiosity at Gent's request to join the peaks. Though she does her best to keep the confusion from her gaze she cannot help the sudden patter of her heart. Did she even want him here? No. She did not need a male. However their times together were quite entertaining to say the least.

A playful smile curves across her ash dusted lips as dished muzzle raises, "That little captain of yours didn't kick you out after our conversation did he? No harm intended of course." she toyed, flicking ivory tail lightly against her flank.

Thara takes a step forward now, ears perked curiously at the newcomer. Mother greeted him with such mild manner, not one that she ever saw met to a stranger. Wasp seemed impatient, almost irritated at the exchange of pleasantries and Thara did not know exactly what to think of it. Cautiously she takes a step forward, wedging herself between the protective embrace of Wasp and Khar's strong shoulders. Dark amber eyes blink up at the strange stallion, admiring the beautiful pattern of his coat. "Mother.... isn't he a bad one?" she asks, her small voice timid as she angles her head upward to flit back and forth between mother and Wasp.

Khar glances down at her daughter now, a playful smirk upon her own lips. "Perhaps... but perhaps not." she remarks bending her neck to bump her daughter's muzzle before lifting her gaze once more to Gent. "Why would you join the lagoon in the first place... if your mother was once a member of the peak? Was that disdain not ingrained from birth? What is in it for you, doing us this 'favor' as it were?" Sure it was the pot calling the kettle black but hey in her defense, she had not exactly stopped to ask where he lived. Nonetheless she too is concerned about what might make him decide to change venue as it were.

4yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | valkyrie of the peak