Vita Nova wasn't sure if she should feel relieved that the grey stallion had stopped to hear or her out or more fearful. Her throat tightened, and her heart leaped in her chest when he reminded her what kind of power he had over her. She knew she had no chance against this bulky, draft-bred stallion if he wished to be physically forceful with her. But something about the way he needed to remind her of his overpowering size and girth made a fire erupt in her gut. Her own steely-colored ear lobes remained pinned against her skull even if she otherwise cowered in fear in his presence. Nova had never been spoken to in a way like this before, and she was struggling with her rational prey response of fear and flight, versus the firey nature she inherited from her mother, which was to fight back.
Nova snorted once as she tried to regain control over her trembling legs. She chose not to talk again for some time, instead merely bobbing her head obediently when the stallion demanded that she address him as sir. It made her gut churn uncomfortably. "What is your name?" She asks innocently. She knows that he doesn't care to know her own. But if things get out of hand and she knows this fellow's name, it could be useful information at a later time. She decides to offer up her own as some sort of way to turn the conversation away from the hostile tone it had inherited. "I'm Vita Nova. I live on Salem, in the Desert." Her wide crystal blue eyes were transfixed on the stallion's hardened facial features to see how he registered this. Perhaps if he knew Orhan or Koray that could help smooth things over.
Nova was relieved when the stallion shared more about when he last saw a palomino mare in the place where he lived. As she suspected, he was a member of the bachelor herd that lived in the Lagoon. She swallowed hard as he offered to take her there. She could very well be walking into a trap, into a situation she could not remedy on her own. If this stallion planned to hold her hostage there, would Koray come for her? She couldn't be certain. What if this stallion was the one who had harmed her mother? What if he intended to harm her too? Before accepting, Nova tried to think through the decision as quickly as possible, the strands of her thick dark tail flicking wildly over her haunches.
"Yes, I will follow you. But.." He voice was weak and low. Her gaze adverted to the ground at their hooves before shakily returning to his face. "I need to know you didn't hurt her. And that you won't hurt me."
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