Maslakhat watched with interest as Nasa introduced herself, explaining that she had meant to land in the Desert, but had ended up here instead. How fortuitous for him that the currents had shifted, bringing a suitable mare his way—and one who apparently had ties to Salem.
“Ah, I see—you must be a friend of Cain’s as well then,” he offered, hoping that he might establish a level of trust, if she knew that they had a shared ally. From what he had seen of Cain’s herd, he seemed to keep company with several who were of desert blood, despite his own lacking. It was an oddity to be sure, and something that Maslakhat did not necessarily approve of, but he knew there was no reason to attempt to unseat the man from his position by force.
“Regardless of the circumstances of your arrival, I am glad our paths have crossed. Salem will always be a home to those who bear the will to withstand the challenges the land presents. Clearly it calls to you, and you have answered.” He flicked his dark tail as he spoke, regarding her with reverence.
“I have lived in the Dunes for many years, though not always as its warden, and there was a brief time that I was away,” he continued in response to her question, before asking one of his own. “I would ask you Nasa, why move on from a place where you clearly have laid the deep roots of friendship? Such a thing is no small feat.”
MASLAKHAT
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