The Thief had found solace for the first time in a few days now. Her encounter with the Elephant King had left her with an understanding that despite the distance, that he would always be there for her, regardless of where Calstron’s reach was. And being home in the Basin, Rexanna felt the most protection, seeing as Cal wasn’t blessed with horns, she highly doubted the Bloody Prince would find his way to land a home in the Basin of all places. It helped her sleep at night, as well as the push and pull of emotions from her newly found companion. Marembo, a marbled polecat often found his home wrapped either around her withers or up settling himself between her ears and her golden horn, sitting on her face in a display of letting her know that he was always there. She had nicknamed him Remy, understanding that with the native tongue of her homeland, she had issues trying to say the full names of many of the words that Tembovu had often shared – and since he named the polecat, she found herself searching for a nickname fitting for his personality. Remy seemed fitting enough, and so it stuck.

Rexanna and Remy had decided to try and find other members of the herd, wondering just where Rein could have gone. He was older now, more capable, but since their encounter she hadn’t seen him around much. Perhaps he was coming home to sleep and waking before she did, but she missed him. She felt as though she was missing out on him growing up. It hurt her in a way she couldn’t explain, but it wasn’t anyone’s fault but her own. Her sense of wanderlust didn’t make her a great mother, and seeing as her and Ashamin were always busy trying to do something either for the herd or for themselves, it made it difficult to even have a full family time. It ended up making things awkward, the idea of it all. With her heart yearning for her child, she wandered the Basin toward the rusting Sentinels to spot a gathering at the top of the entrance. An eyebrow raised as Remy clutched a piece of her forelock, his beady eyes looking toward them with curiosity, regardless if he could even see. He sensed more with his nose and ears rather than his sight. Still, his eyes were beautiful in a tiny awe inspired way.

She could barely make out the General, Ki’irha; but there were a couple of smaller bodies by her side. Did she need help? Was something wrong? Why was she just standing there instead of moving forward? The Thief couldn’t tell from this distance, so she picked up her pace and trotted over toward the stargazed mare. Upon approaching, the vision grew clearer and beside Ki’irha, there were two star spotted children. A smile broke across Rexanna’s face as she closed in, Remy watching ever so dutifully as the Thief dipped her head to the General. “Ki’irha!” She spoke with a chime of happiness, noticing the star pattern on what appeared to be a colt and a filly now – was it wrong to assume they were hers? Regardless, she was sure that the General would put her in her place if they indeed weren't hers. “Congratulations! They’re beautiful. What are their names?” She grinned, a smile brimming ever so brightly as she lowered her head to the colt and filly as they grouped next to one another. Remy, becoming influenced by the sheer joy that Rexanna had felt, squeaked to the two children leaning out from Rexanna’s forehead to sniff them – hoping to put the scent to a name for future reference.

"Talk."

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna