Kestral is the salve that draws the truth from others. His eyes look on, any judgement in them clouded by the haze of his beliefs. We are all created with the capacity for choice, are born with the ability to feel. No feeling is invalid, and no choice is the wrong choice. It is not Kestra's place to pass judgement on the tribulations of others. He is here only to listen.

The pale stallion's face falls as he hears Rhadra's honest answer. The smiling lines of his face give way to creases of concern. His ears remain pricked intently forward, but his eyes fill with sympathy and understanding. "I am sorry to hear, dear Rhadra." Rhadra is lost, not physically, but spiritually. Trading dependence for independence can be overwhelming for the strongest among us. Liberation is a beautiful thing but it can be frightening too. Kestral knows this all too well. His own philosophy grew from the seeds of his own doubt, and as a way to manage his own fear.

"This is why I have Keen. She is my herd when I don't have a herd." He admits. "I hope you can find belonging here on the Peak." He tilts his head just a little, regarding her with the sincerity of his gaze. "If your heart draws you here, then you belong here." He nods, a smile returning to his face. "Yes, I do believe. We are all guided by the hands of fate that compel us to take action when we must."

Kestral feels the magnetic draw of their own fates. Kestral and Rhadra. They are meant to be together, even for only a short time, their paths were always meant to cross. She is a shadow passing through his visions of the future, dark and cool, mysterious like the night. She is a harbinger of change. What kind of change, Kestral isn't certain, but the coming of Rhadra and the passing of Kurama mark the dawning of a new era for Kestral.