Honey eyes linger on Gabbar, she notices the change in his body stance. The stiffness that immediately touches his muscles at the mention of his mother. He has given her an answer before words even leave his lips, so when he speaks she is not surprised. In his culture, they did not have a mother. Even to go as far as being inferior to a mare, then the pieces begin to fall into place. This is the reason why he was hesitant to even speak to her, perhaps he feared she would of reprimanded him. A soft smile touches her dark lips, this was not how her culture was. She had been discouraged to speak in the presence of a man. Her father had hated these ancient rules, yet he followed them. "Both of our cultures are born out of necessity." She says, but knows now that the injustices they both of been, are not worth the pain they cause. "We peculiar creatures, do what we must to survive."

As he weaves his cultures story, she listens intently. Was this not the same as hers? To fight over the little resources that were in the vast sands? Who ever had the most resources made him the target of hate and jealousy? Yet, his tale is different then her own. There were no half breeds. Just the hatred of the Tekes', the skinny invaders who wanted her forefather's oasis. She listens quietly until his tale comes to a conclusion. Then he mentions going home, and she tips her dished face at him. "Home? Gabbar, will there be a home for you to return to?" She questions. The silence spans between them for a moment, before he speaks his native tongue.

What is the conflict between your people and the Tekes?" She heaves a sigh, then swivels her dished face away from him. Her honey eyes traveling the length of the horizon before she speaks. "It is a conflict born of hatred and jealousy. My forefathers have lived in our homeland before there were neighboring territories. There was peace, until the Tekes begin to make raids, claiming that there was no longer grass within their home. My grandfather had permitted them to enter our territory, trying his best to keep the peace. He had ignored their barbaric ways, and had hoped that showing them kindness would result in them returning the favor. They know no such loyalties." She practically hisses. "After my grandfather's death, they began to raid more frequently."

She pauses, her honey eyes travel back to the handsome face of Gabbar. Her voice just above a whisper, the words painful. "It was just at the break of dawn, the sky was washed in crimsons, a foretelling of what they day would bring. They had gathered in the night, waiting until the first streaks of the sun touched the sky. Their cry was fearsome, and then the came rushing down on us. We had scrambled, I had sought out my sisters, I had led them away. All of them even, Nyessa, who was the youngest, barely 4 months old. I had hid them away, then returned, but the Tekes they are fierce. They had murdered my father, his blood stained the sands. I did not even have a chance to mourn for him, when they came. I fled Gabbar, like a coward." She drops her honey gaze to the damp sand at her hooves, she could not bare to look up. What would she see in his eyes? It would only confirm what she felt on the inside.