Though the moonwashed mare did her best to hide all emotions from her features, Nyimara recognizes the flash of doubt when she sees it. It is subtle, almost unreadable, but the silver haired witch expected the reaction. Her vigil had taken a toll on her patience and the usual indifference she maintained was lapsing.
Regardless, Kara does not try to pressure her for information, instead continues on with the information she had learned about the herd. A single dial twitches in acknowledgement as Kara names a mare that had integrated herself into the Dune herd long ago. Scorpio. Vaguely she remembers hearing the name in passing even though she herself had not bothered to approach the mare or her small family. They kept to themselves and seemed to be content with that. Without war pending and with relative peace over the last few years, Nyimara saw no sense in ruining that for them. At least not yet.The news of the mare’s death is saddening and a flash of guilt presses her ashen lips together. Nyimara makes a mental note to approach the small family at a later date to offer her condolences. ’Now there is a colt in need of milk..’ Kara’s last words hang with question and even she finds herself utterly at a loss. For the first time in a long time, she made it a point to avoid carrying a child this past season. She had no time for childbirth or a youth to tie her firmly to the land when warring among Salem’s inhabitants hung on the horizon. She had never doubted that decision until this moment.Her dark brows furrow in thought as she tries to file through the memories of her recent patrols to see if she could remember if she saw any of Antares’ group pregnant or with young foals at their mothers' sides. So far, none come to mind and she sighs in exasperation. ”Yes that is a problem…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she ponders for a solution. Camels were often visitors of the small oasis found among the dunes but it might be hard to find one with milk to spare if they could be found at all. There was a chance that one of their neighboring herds might have a mare or two in milk but the question remained as to whether there was enough to spare for an additional child? Plus, considering the nice little ass chewing she had given Rafe the last time he had come for a visit she was not quite sure he would be willing to aid her in any way. Evrain…. Well that was another problem and one she attended to address soon. Keeping her fury tampered long enough to ask a favor was probably impossible.Her slender legs shuffle beneath her as Nyimara speaks again, ”I will see what I can do to remedy the situation but I am not sure what help I can provide. I give you permission to act in my sted if you find a nursing mare to ask assistance.” she begins, pausing a moment longer before continuing again, ”I am sure Quinn is around somewhere, no doubt with Rhaynira in tow but I have not the time to seek him out now…” she says. Again she pauses, shuffling through her emotions and words in an effort to keep suspicion and anger in check. She did not need Kara worrying over something that she was not certain of herself. ”I plan to travel to the Hills for a… visit. Depending on the outcome I will also use the time to visit Rafe in the Badlands. I would like you to take up this task personally until I return and if you see Quinn, let him know of my whereabouts….” she continues with a firm nod of her head, dark eyes flashing dangerously. ”Any intruders are to be seen as a potential threat and treated as such. Until I return…. There will be no prisoners.” the chaotic smile slides effortlessly into place...