Posted on December 10, 2019 at 10:25:44 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Her jaws spun in a mechanical fashion, churning over and over again, as her blunt teeth ripped at grass and leaves, and then she swallowed. The golden mare sighed out of boredom as she dragged her hooves over the earth, her nose pushed to the ground as she searched for more vegetation. Her attention flicks to the thicket in the distance when she hears a disturbance. Her wide eyes watch as Bjorn's form appears through the brush. For a second, she considers turning around and leaving. But she doesn't. Tavas swallows what's left of the snack in her mouth and studies him as he approaches. Her head comes to rest high above her withers, and she stares down her nose at him apprehensively. The last time the two talked directly was when the Icelandic stallion found Requiem within his borders. It had not gone well. Then Requiem returned to meet Bjorn in battle. That too, had not gone well. The palomino mare felt sorry for Requiem, but she wasn't necessarily pining away for him. He was kind though, and he was familiar. That counted for something in these uncertain times. The mare listened as Bjorn spoke and she held her breath. She couldn't be more surprised by his words. It wasn't like Tavas had really given him a chance, but this was the first time she could recall the stallion ever asking how she felt about anything. She flicks her wavy, blonde tail over her rump as she weighed what to say next. She wasn't sure how to answer his question. "My life was going pretty well until you showed up." Shes said bluntly, her gold-flecked eyes trained directly onto his icy blue ones. Then she heaved a great, defeated sigh. "So much has changed since then." She adds, feeling more deflated. "It sounds like the Inlet is in turmoil." Her eyes soften, albeit momentarily, as she looks up at Bjorn again. She felt lost. If she wasn't a Princess of Tinuvel anymore, she wasn't sure who she was supposed to be. Tavas had only just begun her life as an individual, as a young mare untethered to her parents, in Requiem's herd when everything seemingly blew up. Now she was just confused. "So honestly Bjorn, I don't know." She offers the stallion a short-lived smirk, a brief sign of appreciation that he even asked. "Why do you care anyway?" She questioned with the gentle cock of her dished face. "You'be got plenty of mares running around this place to keep you busy." T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
