The steely spotted mare stood quite confidently in the company of this painted stallion and her new, pixie of a friend. A rather pleased look had spread across her features -- she was happy with the way the quips she'd made were spat back at Warsaw, and was eager to see what kind of banter he would throw back her way. Vita Nova wasn't necessarily flirting with the stallion -- thought it could be taken as such in the right circumstances -- she was more openly trying to poke holes in this facade he had up, this cavalier character he wished to play in an effort to charm girls and sneak them home. He would have to try harder than that to pique Vita Nova's interest. Though the ashen-colored mare would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. He was quite handsome, after all.
What Nova did not expect was Petal's quick and submissive reversal of the tone Nova had set in their conversation. Nova eyed the petite mare out of the concern of her eye after she spoke, but didn't glare and didn't give Warsaw any chance to pick up a lick of worry on her. Nova merely flicked her tail over her haunches and huffed a deep sigh before returning her attention to the stallion standing in front her. She could see the chips she'd made in that mask -- he was starting to squirm a little internally in their company, which made Nova only want to play with him a little harder. Perhaps if Petal wasn't around, she would. But for now, she took a backseat and let her friend continue on. She didn't correct her friend when Petal said they were both spoken for.
Two grey ear lobes pricked forward as Warsaw revealed more about himself. "A former king. Where were you born, your majesty?" She blurted out. She eyed Petal again, trying to express halfhearted sympathy that she just couldn't help herself. Whether Warsaw took her words as an attempt to stroke his ego or poke fun at his old fashioned, traditional ways was up to him. But Nova wasn't interested in his sister. To her, it sounded like his kin was held captive. Who wouldn't want to explore if they had the chance to? And who would want to follow their brother-in-charge around for all eternity? Not Nova, that's for sure. The Inlet wasn't necessarily Nova's territory of choice, either. It was much too cold and too dark for her liking. But she wasn't weak. She'd weathered her first winter there being pregnant after all. She could do it again if she had to.
Warsaw's last question hung deftly in the air for a few seconds while Nova and Petal considered it. How strange, Nova thought, of this stallion's interest in the changing dynamics of the herd structure here. Briefly, Nova's ears folded into a bed of mane against her poll, but then returned to their forward, pricked position. "How long have you been away from the islands?" She asks in turn. "Because it's not just the Peak mares who are in charge anymore. There are quite a few territories run by mares these days. And you'd be smart to respect them. They can be rather ruthless." She explains, quite purposely leaving out where she lived, or where in fact, this stallion might think she lived.
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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