Desert

The patchwork stallion that answered her call was unfamiliar to her, but that was not particularly surprising. She knew only a few souls in this desiccated wasteland, and had not spent time fraternizing with the majority of Nyimara's herd. It was still her hope that someone would eventually come to rescue her, whether that be Fell or her Father, or even Rafe. A part of her still couldn't believe that her own half-brother was complicit in keeping her caged here with his own niece and nephew, but she had tamped down that surprise every time it rose. There was no end to the cruelty in this world, and being shocked each time it raised its ugly head was a waste of time.

Her warm gaze stayed locked to the approaching stallion until it was clear that he didn't intend to hurt her, and then dipped behind him to make sure he wasn't followed. Kohelet had absolutely no intention of spending any more time in Nyimara's presence than she had to, now that she knew who she was. "Hello," she murmured, ears tipped in his direction. His question prompted a soft huff of laughter, but she opted not to give the honest answer, which was that she was on this side of the Desert because Nyimara and her cronies were not. "I'm just staying out of the way," she murmured, a faint smile curving across her dark lips.

"You must be new here, no?" Her head tipped just slightly, letting the dark tendrils of her forelock fall across her face. "I don't remember seeing you around."

She didn't recall seeing this stallion, and she was certain that she would have remembered him. He was loudly painted and handsome, with a face that made him seem kind rather than dangerous. That, of course, could easily be wishful thinking. After all, when Nyimara had claimed her in the Commons, she had believed the silver mare to be kind, at least until her true motives were revealed. "How did you end up in the Desert?"

mare - mutt - black tobiano - 16.1h - solomon x sicily