All of this time alone had given Nova a lot of time think. Unfortunately the only pressing thoughts that came to mind were ones full of worry, and she hated that. There was a pitting feeling that grew in her stomach, an anxious notion that told her to flee. There was a void there, a growing empty space in her ever since Nephilim went away. The desperate period of waiting and wishing for him to return was dissipating. Nova didn't want to face it, but she knew deep down that she had been abandoned. As the young mare ambled along the Crossing by her lonesome, she made a silent vow that she would not return to Tinvuel. She wouldn't waste away with the few others that waited like sheep for him to return. She would no longer scorn the others who had fled already, of which she regrettably dubbed as unloyal.
Perhaps she had been foolish to think Nephilim cared for her as much as she had for him. If he loved her so much, how could he leave her behind? She began to critique herself, pushing the feelings of ill will she harbored for the stallion and reflect them on her. It was her fault for being so foolish, for so blindly trusting him and following him home. The Bay was awful anyway, as picturesque as it may be, it's frigid temperatures were relentless. Why had she settled? Why had she overlooked so many things?
Nova did her best to push all these thoughts away now as she stood next to this stranger, the pale-colored stallion looking rather dazed, but calm and friendly enough not to drive her away. She could use some company right about now. When he spoke, Nova batted her crystal blue eyes, bobbing her petite head, sending smoky-colored strands of her mane to bounce lightly against her thin neck. "No, silly." She said cheerfully, grinning at him in an effort to make herself feel as giddy on the inside as she expressed on the outside. "I'm new here, so I thought I would introduce myself." So she fibbed. Sort of. "I'm Vita Nova."
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