At last, the riddle begins to unravel. The cataract clouding their relationship seems slowly to demystify, creating clarity where once uncertainty and suspicion reigned greatest. She perks up her ears, listening intently to Camrynn's explanation. Half of her wishes it had not come to this, having to ask her to justify, she wishes that her adopted daughter might have thought better of her and let her know the secret. However, it was not to be that way. At least, one way or another, the truth will now come out.
"It never does well to dwell on the what if, for we are powerless to change it," she says sagely, frowning at the thought that perhaps Cam might be able to change it, though Pevensie knows just as well as the next horse that no good would come of such things. In tandem with that thought though, she is pleased that Cam at least was always intending on coming to the Deserts, and that selfish little pang of pride that she was the one first chosen. Even an old horse can out their small victories.
Then Cam opens up further, a book with sun-bleached pages flicking in the breeze, allowing her the brief glimpses at a private soul and letting some of her text shimmer in the daylight. Difficult to decipher but not impossible, just careful with the pages she chooses to reveal. Pevensie can respect that though, as a mostly private horse herself. Unless directly asked a question, she doesn't feel the need to shed her years of useless endeavours onto young ears.
"Just be careful you don't get hurt with that need to explore, because not all the answers we find are the ones we want to hear. I guess that's why I've given up searching, why I just let what will be, simply be," she says softly, thinking back to the countless times she should have visited the beach to find the bodies or confirm their absence. Maybe she is a coward, but she would rather live in faded hope than have her dreams dashed with the cruel touch of reality. "I don't know why I said that... you are no child. You don't need to listen to me," she says now with a chuckle, looking up at her 'daughter'.
She hopes that is what they are, mother and daughter. And though Cam has said more than ever before, the little buckskin still can't help but feel that she is not this mares true mother.
