The words that fall from her lips cause the young stallion to still. Whether from surprise or outrage at the mention of Nahawi, the rose-colored mare is not yet sure. Raven-tipped ears pitch forward amid the tangle of her dark forelock. Dark lips press together firmly in thought..
’..You knew my dad?..’ The weight of the words the stallion speaks weighs volumes on her soul. A stark reminder of the bright, green-eyed young colt she had given to Khyber to be raised in the Lagoon with the rest of the bachelor stallions. Solas. Her own son. A son she had not seen in seasons now. A son she told herself she shouldn’t miss and yet his absence was a weight on her soul. Had she made the right decision? Did Solas miss her too?
Pale eyes soften towards the youth. Her finely dished cranium dips slightly as she nods. ”Yes.” she murmurs. She knew him. She had known him.
Nahawi was gone. Their last meeting, Khar’pern had known the elder stallion’s time was short. Even without the wounds that littered his body, age had shown prevalent in Nahawi’s eyes that day. He was tired. His speech that day was a farewell… and Khar had known it.
Flutes twitch at the name. ’Alo…’ a name she stored into her memories. Out of loyalty to the somewhat distant friendship she had shared with Nahawi, the ex-Minister felt the need to keep tabs on the stallion, if only for Nahawi and all the good he tried to accomplish in his lifetime.
Alo asks for her name and the mare offers him a gentle smile. ”My name is Khar’pern. I…. I was the Prime Minister of the Peaks when Nahawi and I first met. He…. he was a good stallion.” she confesses, her startling gaze searching the boy’s eyes, hoping that her words offered him some semblance of relief for an obviously heavy burden that weighed on his mind.
Khar'pern
The jungle is dark but full of diamonds;