[uhm. tae is just stalking to see if Nizho comes around >.> ]

Had Tae ever spoken to Megaera before? The Sun Spear? The ghostly girl couldn't remember. Certainly they had been around each other, at herd meetings and whatnot, but an actual conversation? No, the girl doubted it.

All that Tae knew, was that her Father was dead and that the Sun Spear had been removed from her position by the Sun God. And to both of those male figures the girl had unwavering loyalty. Meg had certainly fallen a few pegs down the respect ladder, in Tae's eyes.

And yet... she was Nizho's mother. In other circumstances Tae might have charged down the sand dune on which she currently stood and berated the mare with accusations. Today however, Tae merely watched, allowing a cool breeze from the sea to tangle through her mane. It wasn't so much because of Meg that the girl was still here, but because of who else the former Sultana's presence might draw. Would Nizho come? They hadn't really had a chance to speak when Tae saw him last - it was only moments after her Father had risen to the Great Plains in the Sky, after all. And despite the weighty feeling on her heart, the ghostly girl did want to see the boy again.  She wouldn't reveal the reasoning of course, not even to herself. Never could she admit that the first inklings of a crush had bloomed brightly in her chest, but of course, they indeed had. And why not? Nizho, the son of Einarr who was the closest male approximation to Gaucho that there could be, without being family (or if they were family, it was distant enough not to matter), and he was the only one who wasn't a sibling of hers, who spoke her Father's native tongue. A language that felt even more near and dear to her heart now that the original teacher of it had departed. 

As Sohalia appeared, the girl tensed slightly. Seeing her was ... odd to be sure. The past mate and kahleesi of her father? The one who had been around even when her own mother had not, and the one who had welcomed her warmly enough? The girl was too young to know how to react to such things, and so she merely watched, her large white eyes peering down at the two mares below.