It wasn’t long before Nyimara’s call answered her own. She began to feel the slight urge to run electrify her hooves. Was she so ashamed of her piss poor skills to bring a smile on her Queen’s smile. Not just an average hello smile, but one that she truly felt. Something that made her truly happy. She has failed her first mission that her Queen has given her. Kàra lowers her head in shame before she could hear the hoof beats of her master. She would not show her shame to her master, but only her respect what her authority. She would promise to do better.

Blue eyes rise to see the beautiful Queen racing towards her. The way her silver hair bounced against her neck, the way her tail brushed along the back of her thighs…she was magnificent. Nyimara is close enough now that she slows her gait. Kàra’s breathing also slows as if on que. “Kàra,” the way she says her name sends a shock wave down her spine. Kàra doesn’t remember things being this intense the last time they spoke. Her devotion had always come so easy, but now something was getting in the way. A smirk lifts her cheeks at Nyimara’s comment and her head shakes. There was no way something as silly as a land could swallow her up. Especially not on Salem. ”If I may be blunt,” she begins as she shifts her weight.

Maybe she should wait for Nyi to give her the okay, but she didn’t care if the mare thought ill of her thoughts on this subject. ”I don’t like these new horses you’ve invited into your home.” Our home she would like to call it, but truly it was her Queen’s. She was just a subject at her mercy. Blue eyes piece into the void’s of her master. ”They are…strange.” Would she agree? Either way it didn’t matter much as it seems they were here to stay. And they kept growing by the minute…what if they tried to overtake this place? Kàra would never insult her Queen by suggesting the possibility, but she knew it was one.

Her eyes leave her master to take a longing glance over the body she has missed so much. Her master was older, but did not miss a day of beauty. She wasn’t even thinking how she must look. It was been some time since they have spoken last and now her coat had completely turned grey. No longer was she the smoky grullo the mare first met. Her body had taken on a different shade of grey, but her hair was still the same silvery white it used to be. Though the base was now mixed with more of a grey color.