To say Xiomara felt surprise when he admitted to knowing her father was an understatement. Though she always made sure to announce her lineage, no one had recognized the name of the long-ago Forest King. Her ears perked forward, curious, and hoped to ask him more questions on this matter later. There were too many other things at hand before she delved into the history she wanted to pry from his brain.


“That is greatly appreciated.” she replied, giving a small dip of her head. “My associate’s name is Angel. He once lived under Rougaru.” Perhaps since he had already been a Atlantis resident, Bjorn would know of the buckskin stallion. Or at least his name from being in the presence of a allies’ home.


To the grullo stallion’s further questioning, Xiomara’s sour mood lifts slightly. Her chin raises ever so slightly while a smirk tugs at the corner of her pink lips. “My reputation proceeds me then.” she replied. “I am the one who unseated him. What better way of gaining quick respect, than to show of one’s strength? I had no intentions of kicking him out. I saw no other way of him taking me seriously. But his Queen did not see me fit and proved herself stronger than either of us. I’m unsure of Warsaw’s fate to the woman.” There was no need in adding that she had been banished from the Inlet on why she had come here.