"I would hope that my own free-will wouldn’t be something to take offense in." The young mare’s words bring a soft smile to Khar’s features. Absently, she gives her dished muzzle a gentle shake, her silver eyes dancing brightly. No. It was what she wanted for the Peak. Mares that thought for themselves. Those who acted on their own desires instead of the whim of stallions. She wanted to see the Peak herd return to the greatness that Wasp had once struggled so hard and so long to maintain. A force that their world acknowledged instead of casting aside like a decaying tree that must be endured until it rotted away. Looking over her home now, she wonders if she will ever see that happen. So much weighed down on her shoulders, like a blanket of snow that she could not shake off.

She listens intently as Nashira speaks her own understanding. Young as she was, she was not incorrect. It was true that the womb would be infertile were it not for the seed planted. While Khar herself had grown viewing stallions as useless beasts good for only one thing, there were perhaps those out there, beyond her scope of sight, that meant more to their families. To their herds. A gentle “hmm” falls from her lips as the rose-colored mare turns again to study the newest Peak member. The brightness of her own green blue eyes holds no fear, no apprehension. She believed the words she spoke within the depths of her soul.

”You are wise beyond your years.” she murmurs, at last, her dark lashes blinking slowly over her silver gaze. A soft breath exhales from her lungs. ”It will serve you well in the years to come. Cherish that wisdom for it is indeed a gift.” ...Do not let them rob you of it.” The last words are broken before they have a chance to leave her lips. Absently, the lithe woman starts again up the steep incline, her sure hooves finding purchase easily on loose rocks and gravel. ”There are paths here if you only trust yourself to take them. Much like the desert, one wrong step will send you down….” she pauses, glancing back with a knowing smile. ”But I am sure you can manage.”

Again her speech pauses as she crests the rise for the high meadow and steps aside, giving Nashira room to admire the meadows still green with vegetation. ”Autumn rolls in quickly here. By winter, there will be little left in the open spaces like this. It is easiest to find grazing lower down the mountains so learn the paths and memorize them well.” Anxiety pulls at her belly but she forces it away. The desert-bred woman would not appreciate a constant shadow trying to play protector. She was here to learn and nothing prepared you more for the challenges ahead in life, than an icy winter in the high peaks. Khar’pern could do no more than try to teach any who were willing to learn.