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They each offered a soft nicker, politely and warmly inviting her closer. Nekharat obliged, slowly ambling toward the group, the tall grasses lightly brushing against her narrow red ribcage as she approached. Her slender ears pricked forward as she listened, glad to be privy to some new information. Perhaps she’d finally learn some answers to the questions that had been floating around in her mind these last few weeks.

This was a reunion, first and foremost, and Wasp welcomed the former sister back wholeheartedly. Though, she also spoke of great change—recent change. Nekharat looked toward the leader of the Vulcans at mention of this, mirroring Oswin’s interest in the subject.

The red Akhal-Teke had no personal history in regard to the Peak (at least, that she was aware of). Her father had never spoken of Black Heart Machine or her leadership and dedication toward bringing about real change for the islands. Instead Nekharat felt something like instinct within her heart as she listened. For now, her interest in the Peak manifested as a burning curiosity—a desire to learn as much as she could so that she could perhaps offer her assistance in some way. She needed to be useful, to leave her mark upon the world—ideally in a way that would be impactful.

Yes, she would find a way to shape the future. And this was only the beginning.

NEKHARAT