She was queen now, of a broken castle. Night and day she worried for Sigurdr, thoughts of him kept her pacing the shores, her steps haunted and gait haggard. Bloodshot eyes roamed the shores, as she went, nostrils quivering with unrest. Each morning she walked, gingerly favoring the forelimb that took the brunt of Ysabel's attack. She knew the bone was not broken, but she would sport the painful bruised bones for some time to come still.

Her world was crumbling away like the rocks against the battering waves of the sea. She had taken Ysabel's crown. Finally the rage paid off. She now held her head high but what a weight it held. Bjorn hated her. The ice in his gaze and venom in his words was enough to tell her whatever fragile bond that had once sung such beautiful melodies now lay broken and discarded on the pathway. Where once he moved with her fiery spirit, now that clashed like two beasts tied by the tail in a tangle of thorns. His words had shattered her heart, broken away the fantasy that enveloped her with his love. He was gone. She may be queen of the Ridge but he moved without her.

Ears perk at the sounds of whispered words, dark ears swivel amid the tangle of silver white tendrils that fall haphazardly across her brow. Bjorn. Once more he tried to move without her but now, now she wore the crown.

Defiance gleams in her dark amber gaze as proudly she moves towards them at a brisk trot. She would not be left out. Ears fall backwards as she glares at Bjorn, a new wave of hurt flashing across her eyes as she thrusts her small muzzle forward. They are no longer alone now. Bjorn and this mare. Siobhan and Kalayani are there, a friendly smile upon their lips. It is between them she halts, drawing a sense of comfort in the nearness of the mares who had met her call with friendly smiles. "I am queen now Bjorn. You can try as you like to leave me from your plans but I will retrieve my son. I will get back the children lost." she adds with a snort, a single forelimb striking against the granite stones underfoot. Ears stand at attention now as she does her best to remove the emotions from her gaze, to return the mask of indifference to its place. To long she had buried it beneath the layers of affection for Bjorn. Now, now it must sit in place once more. "It would be wiser to move as one force, to take their borders by surprise." she begins again, her gaze hardening as the thoughts of the foals and their captors take hold of her once more. They would pay. If her blood called for it then still they would pay with her last breath.