The silver-haired queen is far from happy as she makes her way back from the Dunes. Dark eyes flash in the brilliant sunlight as Nyimara kicks at a straying rock in her path. Ashen labrums curl in frustration as the simmering rage within her begins to boil. She had not doubted Helios when he said that Lucifer was a beast. She had however, doubted that he would be able to resist her charm and coy demeanor.
The less than veils threats left in the open between she and the new Dunes king had quite a few thoughts rumbling around in her mind. On one hand, she was almost eager to poke the proverbial bear and show the damned bastard just who it was he was messing with. On the other hand, time with Helios has rubbed off on her. It is his voice that whispers in her mind to wait and give thought into what her actions might bring on them. Lucifer might not be her cup of tea so to speak; but he had not defeated Helios or sported around the myriad of scars for nothing. No doubt he was skilled, even if he was untried by her.An exasperated snort leaves her lips as Nyimara comes to a halt overlooking the loosely gathered herd as they sheltered beneath the crumbling rock formations and tall acacia trees. Instinctively, her gaze searches for Natyre, admiring the deep chocolate hues of the girl’s coat and the pale cream of her growing mane as it fluttered in the stifling breeze. Her youngest, but most alike her in looks. She would need to figure out how best to teach the girl to use her silver tongue. Maybe then she would appear less like an innocent child and more like the formidable weapon Nyimara hoped her to become.Again she sighs as her gaze travels over the herd, lingering momentarily on Helios’ copper frame. Despite all that has transpired, he remains the steady constant in her turbulent life. Bjorn has left again and again. Quinn tried to hide his affairs and even Asmodeus abandoned her after she took all the time and effort to transform him from the insolent little boy into a king. All of them, every male she has ever set her sights upon, has been unable to keep himself faithful…. Except Helios. Since seeking refuge in the desert, the copper stallion has fulfilled his promise to be her second. Each morning, she takes notice of his returning patrols and the firm set of his lips as, despite his healing injuries, the stallion does his best to alleviate some of the strains of guarding the herd on her shoulders. Without even having to tell him of her unexpected visit to the Dunes, Helios had taken it upon himself to step up as watchful guardian. For that, Nyimara is grateful. Whether here or afar, the silver-haired witch knows that he will be here to protect what he can and defend in her stead.Instinctively, she turns to him, small ears perked amid the tangled web of her silvery mane.
”I take it all is well this morning?” she asks, her sultry words playfully light as she comes to a halt beside him and once more sends her gaze over the loosely gathered herd.