nymphadora & zephyra -----
by spartan out of samara
The cave seems to go back for miles and miles, and Nymphadora can’t resist going to the very back, just to say that she’d seen the whole thing. Zephyra keeps one eye on her sister and the other on the stallion, who appears to be keeping watch. She doesn’t know if he’s actually expecting someone or just being vigilant, and she doesn’t really want to know which. She’s never cared much for politics.
Nymphadora’s voice comes floating out from the back of the cave. ”Oh yes!” she cries enthusiastically. ”Phi and I would play hide and seek around whatever caves we could find and we played tag on the beach. She always got tired before I did.” That last bit is clearly a teasing jab and Zephyra rolls her eyes, something she does quite frequently after a comment from her sister.
Nymphadora returns to the black and white pair, still chattering. ”Of course, that was only during winter. When there was more light and less ice, we could play tag anywhere we wanted.” Zephyra nods at that, conceding that they’d had a lot of fun growing up.
Their bickering gets the better of them then, and it’s only when the stallion speaks up that they let it go. ”We always had family coming and going,” Nymphadora nods sagely, eyes bright. ”I say the more, the merrier.” Zephyra makes a noise of agreement as they follow Orkaan. She’ll support a large herd mainly for the more practical reason of having as many pairs of eyes as possible on the lookout for wolves and anything else that might dare to enter the territory.
The stallion describes what is clearly a part of his heritage in the strange language he’d spoken. Neither of the girls had ever considered the idea of other languages. Sure, there have been plenty of islanders that have been descended from outsiders – their own father had come from elsewhere – but they’d never heard of anybody turning up speaking a different language. Nymphadora appears enraptured by the idea and Zephyra is curious too despite herself.
”Can you teach us sometime?” Nymphadora asks hopefully. Zephyra immediately reaches over to nip her sister’s shoulder to rein her in. ”Dora,” she warns, deciding not to break out the full name again, ”let him keep something to himself. We don’t have any right to something so important.” Nymphadora looks only mildly chastised and Zephyra isn’t fooled into thinking that her sister will drop it.
The black and white mare’s amber eyes flicker toward Orkaan. ”Is this Koray who you were watching for outside the cave? Do you think he’s planning on coming here?” Zephyra would not stand for seeing her sister or herself get caught in the middle of a feud between stallions. She suddenly thinks of something else. ”Did you do something to provoke him?”
five - blue roan & black tobiano - mustang x quarab mix - 14.1hh - of the inlet
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