It wasn't the running around Salem that causes her annoyance. It was the creeping jealousy that she constantly felt in Nyimara's shadow. After all this time loyally following her around it seems there was always someone else to grab her attention. Quinn, Asmo, and now this mare she seems so fond of. Way more than fond if you ask her. It was hard watching her have baby after baby of some stallion while Kára felt their baby should be enough. Their baby deserved more of her time.

Instead it was Kára who nursed the girl and kept her close. She had only let that stallion get close so that she could feel Nyimara's blood run inside her body. Now the result was growing up and Kara's plan had backfired. She initially pact to never breed would have probably been better kept in tact. Now she was left in the same position with a growing baby at her hip. A baby that was becoming not so baby anymore.

"What are you thinking?" Sigrdrífa asks as Kára stares with stormy eyes into the bright sky. Her mother doesn't answer back. Sig was used to the cold shoulder as she instead studies the sand below her hooves. The Desert was nothing new to her, but now her other mother was the proud owner of all this sand. She could now say she was worth something here.