The implication of her question is thoroughly thought out, at least in her mind anyway. The number of followers that this stallion amasses to himself could be beneficial to her and to Quinn when it came to seeking out babysitters for the youth of the Dunes. Already Rhaenys was proving to be quite the cunning trickster when it came to finding ways around her restrictions. Of course she would never truly fault the girl beyond a stern glare but still, a larger pair of eyes on her could be quite the relief. Fell would find it much harder to get his paws on the silver haired filly if ever his mind settled on the idea.

Her proposed inquiry seems to have drawn a sense of yearning between the pair, a glance that Nyimara’s keen eyes do not miss. Still, twenty bodies was a large number for a family unit, a respectable number in her eyes. Any enemies that saw so many within her borders might think twice about launching an attack or war, but that does not mean that she would be safe from challenge within, regardless of how levelheaded and wise the stallion might seem. She was still at risk, but at least she felt reassured that even should things go south between herself and Antares, her children would be safe. But where would they amass? Would they join with her own herd or keep to themselves? Would they live apart and only come at her need with the time arose or would they expect to have daily meetings of the mind? There were still many questions that both she and the beast had before a resounding agreement could form on her lips.

As if grasping the straws of her silent conversation, the rose colored stallion begins anew, tilting his head towards the distant borders of which he spoke. Absently, her near black gaze follows his own, tracing the sloping dunes with her sweeping survey. It was true that she and Quinn mostly kept to the larger oasis near the border of the Desert where occasion allowed her to discuss current politics with her sire when he came for a drink. Their residency would be out of her way and would indeed provide her relief from having to patrol those particular borders though she knows that until she gets more comfortable with the idea and their devotion she would indeed still continue to patrol there. The only little niche in the plan Antares offers is the fact that it is the stallion suggesting these lands and not herself. A stab at her pride whether he means it to be or not.

She does her best to mask the irritation by tilting her gaze to the sands below the ridge they stood, seeming to study with great intensity a black scorpion braving the hot sun in search of a cooler place to hide now that the shadows had vanished from the stand of brush it had scuttled from. Unusually long silver white tail lashes with calculated slowness against her hocks as she debates what to say next. She did not intend on casting the desert prince aside, but neither did she wish him to think he has the power to make decisions for her. ”That makes sense….” she begins, drawing out her words as though she were lost deep within her own thoughts. ”However if you wish to remain, I wish to make one small change.” she purrs, this time drawing her pause out to cast her intense gaze once more into the auburn eyes of the pale stallion. ”You seem wise, a leader among your people. It would be foolish not to take advantage of that. I would like you to become the second of my herd, an authority in the Dunes when myself or my consort is otherwise engaged. This will give the appearance of a united front even if we wish to lead separately.” she muses blinking slowly as the faint hints of a smile begin to tug at her lips. ”It will be important for our herds to interact with one another on occasion so I believe it wise that we come together on occasion to exchange news and ensure that everyone recognizes one another.”‘Make sure they recognize me… their queen.’ the beast growls the words loudly in her mind but wisely enough Nyimara keeps them from passing her lips. She had no intention of making enemies of a potentially powerful ally. This time, the smile that curves across her lips widens as she huffs a dramatic breath, ”Plus, I am sure your family will need to familiarize themselves with my daughter Rhaenys. I am sure you will find her crossing your path more than once in a day’s time and I assure you her name is much more effective than silent curses.” she finishes with an amused chuckle.