It quickly becomes clear there was something between the other young silver haired female and the older silver haired mare. The older mare that just claimed her birth home was looking rather serious. There was no playing around in those eyes of hers. Kara is thankful to get the nod she does from the woman, but without her words she is uncertain what she thinks of her new young apprentice. Kara had so much to learn from her, but annoying her was not the intent. Nyimara’s gaze does not linger on her for a second longer. She turns her attention quickly turns back to the other filly, signaling to Kara that this filly stirs most of her attention. Kara looks back and forth between them as they talk. They look similar, but she couldn’t just assume they were related. Although, she has never seen the silver seal brown overo around the Desert before so she assumes she was following Nyimara. She must come from whatever land Nyimara had just come from.
The mare’s eyes turn to her so she straightens up. Nyimara looks between the two of them with a sinister smile. The look in her eyes was unlike anything the filly has seen before. No one in the Desert prior had held this must ambition that she sees in this mare. Mother never looked at her this way. Greying ears flip forward as the words of Nyimara sing to them. Some of the things she says if confusing, but, Kara understands the need for numbers. Every herd needs numbers to survive and grow strong. She didn’t quite understand Nyimara’s need for strength, but she will soon. The mare begins to speak again, this time being more specific in what she was looking for in their new members. Strong, sturdy horses. She goes on to mention something about stallions only thinking with one part of their body…something Kara knew nothing about. Mother kept her pretty innocent aside from her own mischief making. It has all been harmless fun so far.
She got the feeling Nyimara was going to expect things to be not so harmless.
Honing your skills…for battle. The phrase perks her interest. Just what battle were they getting ready for? She wants her to fight? She had never thought about fighting before, but the thought gave caused an off feeling to stir in her body. She felt hot and her legs shook with anticipation. She didn’t know how, but she wanted to learn. Nyimara goes on to say she saw potential in the two of them. She says they need strong alliances, but Kara does not know anyone outside of the Desert. She doubts any friends of Cain would befriend Nyimara. The two of them were very different. She didn’t understand who the old wolf or the colt’s sire was, but she intended to find out one day. ”I…” it was hard to speak up in front of such a powerful figure and her supposed relative. She barely had anything to offer them, but knowledge of the Desert. That was it, that and her want to be more. ”I have never been in a fight before, but I want to learn. I want to learn from you.”
She gives a quick glance to the young mare at her side before her eyes return to Nyimara. ”I am called Kara, but from this day forward I will be known as Kara, storm warrior of the Desert.” She was ready. Ready to fight, ready to learn and grow under Nyimara’s teachings. ”In order to keep my body in shape I vow to never have a child for as long as I am in your service.” Yes, because having a child was the furthest thing from her mind. Vowing such a thing was easy for her. Besides, how could she be a proper warrior while being pregnant?