Raising the dark bulk of his head, Carthage's brow furrows one more at the thought of Lagoon men touching Clio, his pearl. "Why so glum," teases a familiar voice. A smile crooks at one corner of his mouth. Parvati. Carthage turns his head to look upon her properly. Winter has treated the champagne mare well, though he supposes part of that has to do with her long-time residency in the north. She nudges their daughter toward him.
A sliver of his heart warms to the the slender beauty Calanthe is becoming. So very much like her mother, he wonders what of his essence she might have inherited. Being raised away from him, the stallion saw little of how she acted or who she was in a natural state. The dark bay touches his nose to his daughter's as she steps forward undaunted by her father. He offers her a warm smile and touches his lips to her face, whuffling air into her forelock.
Turning his attention to Parvati as Calanthe rejoins her dam, the dark bay breathes deeply. "I'm pleased to see you both," he states, pausing to look at the painted mare directly. His dark ears twist once, unhappy to share the news. Anger laces the undertones of the dark male's voice. "One of my mares, Clio, has been taken by the Lagoon," He doesn't elaborate that she may be carrying his child as they speak.