Rare confidence glowed from Sidika's amber eyes as she watched the golden stallion cross the dunes in response to her call, and her scarred neck pulled into a taut bow as she watched Maslakhat draw still. Sidika had considered, early in the pregnancy, what she would do if Maslakhat showed disappointment in a daughter of their blood, and she was glad that she did not have to worry about it now. In truth, even Sid would have been disappointed to be faced with the daunting task of raising a daughter in this land of uncouth barbarians.

But they had a son. And not a sickly or frail one. One that was healthy and hale and handsome. Even if Maslakhat had a hundred sons to his name before Geçersiz, her child would be an asset to his father and she knew it.

Sidika does not entirely know what to expect from this moment. Usually, her services stopped being required as soon as mother and child were resting after the first nursing and she often departed, not wanting to intrude on what was often a tender moment between the parents of a foal. She is glad to see the pride that glows from the Dunes stallion, and a smile worms its way between her pressed lips. What does surprise her, however, is the way that he reaches to her then, and while she is quick to tamp down the surprise that flashes in her eyes, she doubts that she has done so in time.

Her ears tip back uneasily for a moment before she reaches out to briefly return his caress, brushing her charcoal lips briefly against his neck before gratefully returning her attention back to the foal. She didn't think she would ever tire of looking upon her gorgeous black son, and even now the pride returned easily to her face.

Geçersiz to this point, had stayed completely still, pulling from his mother's calm and quiet stance to hold his ground, although his gaze cut often to Sidika to make sure that there was nothing to fear. She is his whole world so far, and he knows only that she will protect and care for has for the few brief hours he has stood in the open air of the Dunes. This new horse was very much larger than him, and even larger than the golden mare he knew to be his mother.

With a small snort, the inky black colt stretched out and blew a tentative breath in the direction of his sire, his ears tipping back in uncertainty. Quickly their attention turned to talking, and while it was of mild interest to the colt, he was far more interested in a small pale lizard that darted across his field of vision. Shaking his head, the colt dismissed himself from his father and trailed after the creature, attempting to determine if it posed any sort of threat to he, his mother, or his father.

Sidika watched him with a smile that lingers in the edges of her lips that quickly vanishes at his praise. It made her stomach clench in an unfamiliar knot and her brow furrowed for a moment before she smoothed it away and turned back to her golden stallion. "Geçersiz," she offers after a moment, relishing in the excuse to not look directly upon the stallion that continually confounds her. The small colt pauses in his investigation to stare at her as she says the words, and the palomino mare feels the rightness in the name that she has chosen.

Still, she wants Maslakhat's approval for their son, and seeks to explain her reasoning. "He is dark, like a night with no stars."

Such dark nights were full of promise or fear, depending on the path that Geçersiz chose to walk and she hoped to allow him enough freedom to make himself in the image that he chose while not forsaking the teachings of either herself or his father. Geçersiz would grow into a good stallion, she was certain.

"I will teach healing," she said with another thoughtful frown. In truth, she hadn't spent much time with children beyond those first precious moments, and was not certain how or when a sire began to spend more time with their child customarily. But she understood at a basic level that there was much of the world that she did not know. "You will teach him customs, and ruling, yes? I..." she trails off, not particularly wanting to return to the same level of vulnerability as she had shared during their first meeting. "I do not know much of either. I want him to be a good man."

While she did not speak it, finding such obvious flattery uncomfortable, the 'like you' was glaringly obvious to her.