Dark ears twist toward the sound of her, clarion softened by the verdant depth of jungle between them. A satisfied smile pulls at the stallion's lips. Praetorian had said he'd delivered the message to the Inlet. While Carthage had not doubted the boy, the time it took for Parvati to come herself had come close to the limits of the bay's patience. He'd been days from going to Tinuvel himself when finally he laid his eyes upon her.
The stallion had come as she bade, closing the distance with an easy pace. Smile still visible, his crimson eyes smoldered across the sleek and curve of Parvati before meeting her gaze. She was fit, healthy, but his their child was distinctly missing from this little visit. Clearly, she did not intend on staying.. "Parvati, my sweet," Carthage purred. "I had hoped it was you."
Perhaps he could change that.