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When the mare drew herself up in a defiant manner, Xiomara prepared herself for a fight. When push came to shove, the blue roan was not one to back down. Not even from a pregnant mare. The thoughts of Vita Nova flashed in her mind and Xiomara’s blood began to run hot, although was quelled the moment she realized the young pale mare had become compliant. Whether she knew what a Etheria was or not, Xiomara wondered if that would keep the mare safe from her or not?


“The Shore is on Atlantis.” she replied, finally turning away and walking back the way she had came. As she reached the lapping waves, letting them swirl around her feathered legs, she cast her piercing gaze upon the stranger who was now in her care. “My name is Xiomara, daughter of Olaf and Xina.” The blue mare only waited long enough for a reply, if the mare decided to reply, before pushing off into the crisp water to take her home.