a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

The Peak mare could feel Angel squirm under her gaze. His nervous antics just puzzled her more - what would a stoic warrior like Xiomara want with a skinny, spooky little guy like him? Wasp didn't mean it as an insult by any means, she was just being observant. Everything about this Xiomara just bewildered her more. But her amber eyes sharpened as the stallion divulged more details.

Angel revealed next how Xiomara had once unseated Warsaw. A dark ear flicked forward and back as Angel continued to talk.

Whether or not Angel realized it, Wasp could see how much the stallion meant to the mare as she pushed in into the waves back along the Shore. There was a fury behind her eyes, something that was much more fierce than feeling sorry for herself because she lost a battle. Angel was important, for whatever reason, and Wasp had struck a nerve when she took him away from Xiomara. "Wanna bet?" She offered with a causal but playful smirk and the toss of her heavy head, when Angel retorted back. "She'll be back for you, alright." She said with a stomp of her hoof.

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