The kindred familiarity that Nyimara shares with Kara is a welcome reprieve for the Desert Queen. Despite the fanciful words of encouragement that Mattheo whispers in her ears, Nyimara has learn just how fickle the devotion of stallions can be. Kara has been with her since the first time her hooves took claim of Salem and her faithfulness has never once wavered, even when Nyimara herself had doubts.

The dappled mare’s agreement to Sigrdrifa’s task is both a relief and encouragement. With any luck, the young warrior would be able to track down her wayward sister and return her to the desert where she belonged.

”Good…I’ll leave it to you then.” Nyimara breathes, watching as Kara trots off without further delay.

That was at least one task Nyimara felt she could relinquish into Kara’s capable hands.