I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
It seems that Evaline enters the conversation just as something serious begins to unfold. She cocks her petite, chiseled head to one side as she listens in, her one good ear swiveling forward and at attention as she listens with interest. Gabbar. She hadn't heard his name in some time. In fact, after Valve managed to rescue her and return her to Salem with the help of Shamwari, Gabbar never came up again. Valve never mentioned him. And Evaline, too distracted with twins and her long road to recovery, didn't have time to wonder about his whereabouts. Hearing his name now makes her suddenly feel, rather emotional.
The palomino mare studies the dark arabian stallion from underneath a hardened gaze. Who was this fool and what did he want with Gabbar? Despite her sometimes foggy memory, Evaline remembered Gabbar well. He was polite, spry and an eager young stallion. He had been kind to Evaline when she was not to him. He dealt with the anguish she felt when Shamwari had banished her to this place against her will. She loathed it here for so long. It's funny how relationships can change a point of view. Nevertheless, Evaline still cared for the stallion. Not in a romantic way, of course, but he did right by her. He helped save her, as far as she knew.
Evaline shares a genuine smile, and perhaps even a sparkle to her eye, with Avangeline. It is good to see her again, even if she can't remember her name right now. "Hello, dear." She manages to say sweetly.
As their conversation continues, Evaline is reminded of her place. She is no pure bred, despite the desert heritage of her father. She is no warrior, no lead mare. She is merely a mixed breed, aging mare who lucked into being in Valve's good graces. The caste differences here made her feel uncomfortable. So, Evaline decided she'd do what she did best -- muscle her way into the center of attention. She bats Valve on the shoulder again with her nose and shuffles her way forward. "You heard Valve. Gabbar is gone." She reiterates. "How do you expect us to help on this wild goose chase?"
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |