Nashira
[nah SHEER ah]
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She can tell this Khar’pern was a result of her lifestyle and could not understand the duty that she had to her father, but also that duty did not mean she did not do as she wished nonetheless. Her father had been skeptical of her thoughts to train with the Peak mares instead of her own Uncle who was renowned for prowess in battle. She can see the distaste this ‘duty’ seemed to the elder mare - but Nashira was born and raised in an environment where men were strong but were not generally oppressive. If it had been her own mother, would Khar’pern have had the same ‘I will reserve judgment, I guess’ look to her about her caring what her parent meant?
She supposed not, as Khar’pern did not respond to her doubting with rejection. Instead she remains inside her own head about the matter and looked on towards the landscape itself. It was a relief that the Peak, that had thusfar been so hospitable, would turn on her now simply over the difference of opinion.
She smiles, instead, about the comment on the terrain she had been training on and testing herself against.
The next thing that comes is a surprising deluge of words that she turns to respectfully glean and listen to as a proper subject [for she was, at this particular time of residence] should. "I would hope that my own free-will wouldn’t be something to take offense in." She was, after all, princess enough to know when to state her own self worth wasn’t up for debate. But she settles back into listening the moment her words are finished so as to hear and respond appropriately to this queen of mares. She learns about the queens origins, the results of her upbringing being to underestimate and also simultaneously overestimate men in the most strange dichotomy of thinking.
But then, too, she also learns of the goals of the queen and her personal biases.
It was useful information.
"I will of course regard your feelings in the same respect as I view all those who have taught me. A difference of opinion should never alter one’s willingness to learn the differences of the world. I only hope that perhaps I can offer as much to be learned as you all have already begun to teach me. Such as..." she adds gently, a youth hoping to offer light to one more learned and older than herself, "That a womb is barren without the stallion. That while they should not be given respect without earning it, they have earned our species its future by contributing to us the seed by which we gain those we might teach and love and help to grow. Some abuse this gift of the universe, certainly; have coveted that which their gift has produced, definitely; but my family can show proof that some can be as tender as a dam and are as dedicated to the defense of the precious life they contribute to making."
She bows her head, a difficult thing for her pride, but necessary if she were to be so bold as to insist on speaking her mind for such a clearly sore subject for the mares in this part of her world. "That is all I will say, I will not disrupt your way of life with my personal beliefs further."
PRINCESS OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ two years - arabian - bay sabino - 15.1 hh ◅