She didn’t like the direction the herd was going, but it wasn’t her decision. She would follow Nyimara down the path to destruction if she commanded it. She may not have been much help meeting the neighbors and gaining Nyimara friends, but at least she has never gone away. That had to be something, right? Not that it would gain her any favors with her Queen. She didn’t expect it to, but she did want to accomplish something to show her. Something that screams her loyalty for her Queen beside just following her.

The grey mare descends down a sand dune as she searches for the Queen. It was getting harder to find her with the sudden surge of horses in the area, but she would find her. She always did. The problem was finding her today before anyone else did. Or finding her before any of the new herd members found her. Kára wasn’t in the mood to play nice with the help today. No, she wanted the real deal. To talk with Nyimara and ask how she felt about all this change. What did she really want? Kára will never tell the likes of you.

After an hour of searching the grey mare finally calls it off. She decides to use her voice to pull the mare to her in hopes that her Queen would want to see her. It has been some time since they last spoke. Not since that crazy sandstorm that caused that stallion to saddle up next to them. Watching the way Nyimara interacted with stallions made her skin crawl. Her grey muzzle lifts towards the clear blue sky as she screams out for her silver haired mistress.