Common

Now that Cahyr had safely arrived, the tether of anticipation that had kept him leashed to the Deserts loosened enough to allow him to explore the rest of the isles. The title that Nyimara had granted him - of Ice King (not heir, not prince) - was forefront in his mind as he jogged along the borders of the Commons. Asmodeus harbored no great desire to amass a herd the way that his sire once had, but he felt like Nyimara deserved at least a little appreciation, maybe even a little gift.

She had freed him from his family, birthed his first son, and given him a title, after all.

His eyes roamed over the Commons with vague interest, skimming across the couples engaged in conversation until they snagged on the red mare. She was vibrant against the green of the world, impossible to miss with the giant blaze across her face. Sturdy, but not too draftish, like his own dam. And the islands well knew what a force Xiomara had been over the years. Perhaps this mare held the same potential in her veins... if pushed and prodded the right way.

Decision made, Asmodeus stalked toward her quickly, dropping his head down into a snaking position without bothering with a hello first. The impression he'd gotten from her demeanor in the first few seconds implied that she would not give in easily and so as he came closer to her, he abandoned any pretense at gentleness and tried to drive her forward toward the Desert with the pinch of his teeth. "We can do this the easy way," he said with a jerk of his head in the direction of Salem as he backed off enough to give her a momentary respite. "Or we can do it the hard way. But either way, you're coming home to the Desert with me." The glitter in his eye as he grinned would likely make it clear enough that he had no qualms against the hard way if she decided to press her luck. "Your choice."