nymphadora ----- by spartan out of samara There aren’t many days that Nymphadora and Zephyra spend apart but by mutual unspoken agreement, the sisters are giving each other time to cool off. The fight they’d had after Orkaan’s revelation had been brutal, even worse than when Zephyra had decided for both of them that it was time to leave the Cove. Nymphadora had argued that Zephyra hadn’t been understanding enough of Orkaan’s point of view, while Zephyra had scornfully said that Nymphadora was naïve and that if Orkaan doesn’t stop trying to interfere in things that don’t concern him, eventually they will be the ones to suffer because of his selfishness. ”You have to give him a chance to prove that he can do the right thing,” Nymphadora tries to reason. Zephyra glares back at her sister. ”You need to wake up, Dora. Not every stallion can be as perfect as King Spartan.” Nymphadora hadn’t been sure what their father had to do with the point Zephyra had been trying to make, even though it’s no secret that they had grown up idolizing him. Spartan hadn’t been perfect, of course, a fact that the twins had come to terms with once they’d matured emotionally. She understands now, though: Spartan had only ever wanted what was best for his family, had tried to keep his nose clean and only focused on keeping them all safe. It had upset the blue roan that her patched sister had been so mad at her over the whole debacle with Orkaan…Nympadora suspects that Zephyra’s real problem is that this is a rare situation where they have differing opinions on something. Having spent their whole lives side by side, they’ve grown into thinking enough alike that they may as well share a brain. The situation has tainted their first winter back on Tinuvel, leaving Nymphadora with a hollow feeling and a longing for the good old days where she and her sister had chased each other along the shoreline under their mother’s watchful eyes. She doesn’t know where Zephyra went, only trusting that her twin won’t let her anger keep her from being careful. Apart from the recent emotional stress, Nymphadora gets a thrill every time the frigid breeze ruffles her now thick roan pelt. She may not be able to gather her family up and go back to the Cove, but she could learn to love this place almost as much. She shakes herself as she settles into the mouth of the cave that Orkaan had first shown them, ready to wait out Zephyra’s anger and indignance. Barely any time passes before a deep call sounds nearby. One blue ear flicks as she turns her head toward the sound, waiting for the stallion to arrive. She doesn’t rush to him as she may have once done, still conflicted by his actions. She does agree with her sister that he shouldn’t have made himself, and them by extension, a target, especially when he’d involved someone completely unrelated to whatever situation he’d come across. But she’s going to reserve judgment until she can tell if he seems at all repentant for the upheaval his decision had caused. ”Hello, Orkaan,” she greets in return, keeping her tone friendly, though without her usual enthusiasm. She eyes him for a moment, wondering if he’s come to deliver more news that he figures she won’t like. If that’s the case, she’s eternally grateful that he’d found her without Zephyra. The question he starts with, however, is one she can answer with an honest grin. ”Oh, it’s wonderful. I hadn’t fully realized how much I missed Tinuvel winters until I felt that first bite of cold.” She decides she’s not going to interrogate him and instead will let him set the pace of the conversation. She doesn’t doubt that he remembers the different reactions that he’d gotten to his announcement, so she’ll wait and see if he navigates the topic any differently when he only has one sister to deal with, at least for the moment. five - blue roan - mustang x quarab mix - 14.1hh - the inlet |