Ash-dusted labrums press firmly together as Nahawi begins his speech. Pale eyes glitter with ice at the red stallion’s cut against Marceline. Raven-tipped ears snap tightly against her raised crown as the petite woman takes a single stalking step forward. ”Watch your words Nahawi. That ‘hag’ is still a sister of the PEAK and therefore is owed respect…”’...even if it’s not nearly as much as she believes she deserves.’ the last words are cut short, if only because at his core, Nahawi is still a stallion.
However as cold as his features had been only moments ago, the weight of his knowledge is too much to keep it in place. Lines of age and worry crease his maw as the russet stallion releases a heavy sigh that has clearly built within him. ’...Garmr stole my daughter….’ Those words alone are enough to focus her attention and sharpen her ire. She had been a prisoner in the lagoon not too long ago. Khyber had kept close watch over her (which is more than likely why she had not met very many other trinkets) but given the first opportunity, Khar would have gladly fled the mire and humidity of the lagoon. As conflicted as her heart was over the two-toned beast, Khar’pern was still a peak mare at her center. It was her calling to defend other mares against the same cruel oppression, even if her experience hadn’t been completely unbearable.
A single brow arches as the blue-eyed stallion continues, his graveled voice thick with emotion. The maternal part of her that lay buried beneath the chiseled armor of her defenses sees the rawness of the father’s words. While she personally had never witnessed such fatherly devotions in her own life, she could not fault the beast for such a conviction. But still…. ”What information could you possibly offer me that I would have use for?” she inquires, carefully veiling the doubt in her voice. Just because she had already made up her mind to help his daughter, doesn’t mean she shouldn’t see exactly what he had to offer.
Khar'pern
The jungle is dark but full of diamonds;