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The mare’s words are lashing and bitter, but as Xiomara stands there looking at her, all she can think is that the dark mare looks like a wounded jungle cat. Hissing and spitting, but never striking out with claws and fangs like it threatened to do. In her younger years, or even on her last stint spent upon Tinuvel, Xiomara would have only felt the fury that often overcame any rational thinking. She could only imagine what the smaller mare’s blood would have tasted like upon her tongue, or the feel of her body beneath her hooves as she crushed any last remaining defiance the mare had. But Xiomara is unmoving now. Her cold, calm collection almost more chilling than her ferocity.


“You abandoned it all the same. I did not take the Shore from you. So you can quiet your barbed tongue. I’m not here to drink your blood like you might think.” Xiomara said when Kore was quite finished, though her icy eyes were not blind to the stiffness in Kore’s posture. How her ears had disappeared into the thick locks of her mane. The warrior queen would have given anything to have found Halcyon instead of this narrow-eyed feline.


The snow that continued to thicken upon Xiomara’s back where half her body still stood outside was a constant reminder of the time she was spending here. The Queen needed to be looking for Halcyon. To make sure nothing had happened to the Princess. Leaving Kore here alone, cold, and possibly to succumb to her frigid loneliness should have been Xiomara’s chosen option, but she didn’t turn away. Didn’t leave the smaller mare there as she should have done. “The Shore is still your home as much as it is mine.” Xiomara said. “If you want to continue to sulk here, then that is your decision. But when your ready to be a part of a family again….” Xiomara couldn’t help but pause, a smirk sliding across her pale lips. “Well, I suggest you hurry. Else your own frigid behavior might freeze you before winter does.”


Xiomara had no intentions of waiting for Kore’s response. She needed to find Halcyon, and she needed to get back to the Shore. Fritjof had still never left Atlantis, but for his mate? He was likely to try anything. With one last look towards the mare, the warrior woman turned away, heading back out into the falling snow; determination keeping her warm in the face of her current mission.