The rose gray mare had not meant to eavesdrop, nor had she any intentions of appearing the overbearing protector. However the moment the black and white mare appeared, focused and trained on a single thought of mind, Khar’s natural curiosity took control. It would perhaps have been polite for her to acknowledge the mare’s approach and wander away so that she did not interrupt. However Khar’pern had a problem and well, curiosity won out. Instead of venturing further away from where she grazed near Mae; Khar merely continued on, her silver gaze focused on the yellowing grasses in front of her. Raven tipped ears twitch backwards, curving slightly to listen to the conversation as it progressed. ’I’m sorry…’ those words alone almost caused her to drift further away for the simple fact that this was an apology meant for the mare Mae and apparently one that was long overdue. ’...I did not do more for you in the Bay…’ The Bay? Tinuvel? Once more the image of the black stallion, his teeth latched tightly onto the limp body of the pale mare resurfaces in her mind. Suddenly, the grasses in her mouth turn dry and she no longer bothers to feign indifference to the conversation between the two. Tinuvel. She knew little of the island, but it is clear as the gold in the onyx stallion’s feral eyes, that she needed to widen her knowledge more.

Forcing the last mouthful of partially chewed grasses down her throat, Khar turns towards the duo, dipping her head slightly towards Mae and the black and white woman. ”Forgive my intrusion…” she begins, halting before the pair with a switch of her long dark tail. She bobs her small muzzle once more, ”I am Khar’pern… You spoke of Tinuvel? Is that where you are from, by chance?”

Once more the curiosity rises in the tone of her voice, overshadowing her usually gruff demeanor and sending whatever manners her mother had once tried to beat into her head flying right out the window. Twin ears pitch forward expectantly, her pale gaze unreadable beneath the thick layer of blinking lashes.