The Desert mare finds herself stretched thin these days. Mattheo’s warning of Marceline’s recent movements as well as Lucifer’s opposing figure forever prowling at her doorstep, have remained at the forefront of her mind, preventing her from venturing far from Salem. Thankfully, Kara suggested sending Sigrdrifa to search the islands for the missing Natyre; but that still did little to alleviate the added burden of her unaccounted heir. ’At least, she was the heir until this little stunt.’ The mare hisses to herself as her ears flex backwards in frustration and a renewed wave of anger. If the girl had just stayed put. If she had just done what she was told and watched after the twins…..Nothing can be done about it now. She would simply have to wait for Sigrdrifa’s return and hope the young warrior found proof of life…. At least until Nyimara got a hold of the girl.
Those thoughts are dashed away as an unfamiliar voice rises above the incessant buzzing of the flies that circle around the mare’s listening ears. Paper-thin nostrils flare as the Desert Queen issued her own voice in response, alerting the intruder of her impending approach if only to prevent him from further ingressing unbidden into her home. The Desert has already had its own fair share of wanderers as of late, it did not need more.Nyimara moves with lithe grace, her slender limbs propelling her over the uneven terrain with ease. The sun glints from her glossy coat as the mare crests the final rise of dunes that separate the rest of the deserts from the ocean’s reach. Immediately, near-black ooids take notice of the spotted alabaster stallion standing in stark contrast to the azul waters behind him. Brows narrow as the silver-haired Queen sifts through her memories, searching for some sign of recognition as she makes her wary approach. When she is within speaking distance of the blue-eyed beast, the mare lifted her finely dished muzzle, her concave profile tilting towards him.
”I suppose you have a reason for showing up on doorstep uninvited…. am I right?” she asks, her lilted tones sharp and piercing as her dark gaze.