There is a comfort here that the chimera had not expected to find; a longing that whispers with the wind along the sand, reminding him of the nights he'd fallen asleep to the lullaby of the desert. Though he did not doubt that his move to reclaim his childhood home was the right one... it did not mean that his appreciation for this place, and for the memories she held, had diminished.

Just as his lust for the silver maned mare had not lessened, either.

It did not help that Nyimara knew how to wound him as easily as she knew how to wind him up, and he felt the familiar clench in his belly as she sashayed closer, the pale banner of her tail catching the wind and fluttering behind her. He did what he could to lessen the tells, cocking his hip, setting his jaw, carving an easy smirk into the freckled marble of his lips. It did not diminish the desire to close the gap between them or to run his teeth through the floss of her golden mane, or to press new lovebites to replace the bastards she had taken instead of him.

But he managed.

"Cahyr's more than capable," he reassured her, not because she doubted that Nyimara knew that, but because he felt as though Cahyr needed to hear his father's support more often. They'd been separated for too long. "But do not trouble yourself darling, I know you've already replaced me." He used the words to remind himself as much as her, and that more than anything else he had done, helped to temper the old wildfire of desire. "It seems it did not take our neighbor long to crawl here on his belly to pick up the scraps."

Which was admittedly rather harsh, but purposefully so. Asmodeus held no love for the flaxen-maned stallion and had less tolerance now than he had before. He had no doubt that his scent on Desert soil meant that something had transpired between the two of them. Whether that something was a relationship, an alliance, or an admission of feeling wasn't his business, but jealousy was not particularly rational.

"But it's not you I've come to see. We have a daughter you've kept from me, have you not?" His eyes flickered with both challenge and interest. "I'd like to meet her."

He'd like to bring her back to the Shore, but he was not so foolish to assume that Nyimara would let her go so easily. Especially not while she was so young, but he felt as though he needed to try. Perhaps later, when she was older, he would fight for her right to come see him the same way he had for Cahyr. Perhaps then, he might be able to offer her the sort of perspective that he had given her brother.

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