Her eyes widen to hear this is not his first time overseeing this land, but Ak Burun stifles the questions that boil up her throat. When, is the one that nearly slips past her lips, but she tightens the soft flesh against her teeth and holds a smile. She wants to know everything about him without having to ask. He was not here when she met Valve, but then, Ak Burun did not stay for very long. Perhaps Shararat will have some information for her.
She turns her slender neck to review the horizon as she replies, "At the very least, it should be interesting."She flicks her tail, then takes a step forward. The idea of milling about in a herd bores her tremendously, but in such an arrangement she will be able to bide her time until ready to make her next move. And, she thinks as she looks at the gleaming stallion she now stands beside, it would be poor planning indeed to create enmity right out the gate due to some perceived blow to her pride. This land was never hers, not even the first time. A lion without teeth, comes the mutter through her mind, and she snorts.
"No doubt you have business to attend to," Ak Burun says. "I, for one, could use a drink." She dips her white nose toward the sands in a shallow nod before striding down the dune. Whether he follows or not is no concern of hers. The black mare keeps her eyes and ears forward as she heads for the verdant oasis in the distance at a steady trot, head up and tail streaming behind her. If she is lucky, Shararat will not be there, and come nightfall she may take a brief leave of this place to scout the Arabian out. |