It is a look that Nyimara never tires of. Appreciation. Even at a distance, the chocolate-colored mare notes the sudden shift in the chestnut stallion as she approaches with her proudly arching neck and finely dished head held high as though a true crown did firmly rest upon her brow. His own small russet ears perk forward, standing at attention like two good little soldiers amid the wind-swept tumble of his red and gold mane. The muscles along his frame tense as he stands a bit prouder, the almost languid demeanor she had observed disappearing the instant his gaze fell upon her. She was beautiful and she knew it, it was the viper’s tongue and twisted mind that most stallions found themselves struggling to overcome in one way or another.
He responds to her question with a reaffirming now, remarking that Antares had chosen him to take the nomad’s place in the guardianship of the Dunes that were so beloved to his people. Though the roaming family had been strange in their talks of husbands and wives and parent-chosen marriages, Nyimara held no doubt that if the crimson-haired stallion deemed this youth a worthy prodigy then he would no doubt care for the Dunes as fiercely as she. A bond if there ever was one to build from.A soft whuff leaves her ashen lips in acceptance as Nyimara nods her own head, allowing the initial posturing to slowly ease into comfortable conversation.
”Antares loves the Dunes with a fierceness for life. Such a choice was no doubt given in trust….” she begins, pausing a moment before continuing,
”The Dunes will continue to live in my blood even if the Desert has become my home. I will not take them back but if the need arises and the Dunes have need, the Desert will answer.” she adds, giving her small head a toss as a coy smirk slides across her lips.
”If that is the question you came seeking an answer for.”No. She had faith in Antares judgment and while a part of her would always long to run carefree over the Dunes by moonlight as she had with Aldebaran that night in the late summer months, the Deserts needed her now. The bones of her sire bleached these Dunes along the Desert shores and she, as his eldest, was their faithful steward. The priestess for his shrine. The wolf queen of the desert. To the desert, she would remain true until a child of her own could take her place and the walk the tangled path the old wolf left in his wake.An appealing smile slides across her lips as her slender forelegs dance beneath her.
”Forgive my manners Helios. I do not know if you recognize me or not. I am Nyimara, once Queen of the Dunes, defeater of Solomon’s rule (that part she would never tire of announcing to the islands nor how graciously she decided to give them back to him), and current Queen of the Desert.” she purrs, her long, silver-white tail flicking idly back and forth against her heels. ”You must forgive my current state, we are currently trying to resettle ourselves in the desert after a long few months on Tinuvel and the change has taken time for some of my herd to… adjust.” she adds with a wink...