The silver haired witch smiles warmly as Kàra’s smirk alights her face. There were few creatures in this world who understood and felt the same determination that she herself did and the dappled mare was among those few. A single mahogany ear twists backwards as a signal for the desert mare to continue. Kàra was normally blunt and straight to the point, a truly endearing quality as far as Nyimara was concerned. If only Bjorn had done the same. But she dares not think of that now.

Silently she listens as Kàra voices her concerns of the new horses that had made themselves at home in the eastern dunes. Per the agreement set up between herself and their leader Antares, they kept to themselves and aside from an occasional patrol, Nyimara never saw them. Their ways seemed…. Strange and of that she found herself nodding in agreement with the dappled gray mare. She has never met a close knit unit like theirs before. Though she and her own family were tied together by blood, even that had its limitations. Fell had proven that much already. From the unit of family that Antares and his silent mate described, theirs was something with a bit fiercer loyalties and one that held to a much stricter lifestyle of devotion. It was not exactly the pool she would choose to drink from but hey, to each their own.

Yet where Kàra felt unnerved, Nyimara felt all the more sure of herself. A coy grin slides across her ashen lips as Nyimara tilts her head towards the hill behind them. ”Walk with me…” she purrs, taking a few proud steps away.

For a moment she walks in silence, giving the moonwashed mare a chance to catch up and savoring the comfortable companionship that she had not felt towards another mare since Shenzi’s betrayal. The wind buffets her face, lifting the cascading tendrils of her silver white mane from against her neck. ”I understand your concerns Kàra…” she begins, tilting her finely dished head to let her near black eyes gaze into the bright azul ooids of her companion. ”But there are other things to consider besides personal opinions.” she breathes, pausing now as she halts on top of the ridge, glancing over the vast sea of sand towards the eastern horizon. They were hidden from her gaze but Nyimara knew somewhere beyond her line of sight, the nomads camped together. ”It is better to have them on our side than to risk facing them one day as our opposition.” More than anything else, it is this thought alone that swayed her decision in the matter. From afar, Antares’ followers looked like a great army, an army that could rise up and over power her enemies at the slightest nod of her head. Having them guarding her shores and protecting the children was an added level of security that did at least relieve some pressure she felt as a queen. ”We do not have to trust them to be able to work together for a common goal.” she finishes with a reaffirming nod.