A few barely audible but high-pitched whimpers cut through their conversation, causing Vita Nova's ashen colored ears to swivel back. She swings her head around shortly after, one icy blue eye wide as she studied her daughter, who was slowly waking from her slumber. Vita Nova nickered warmly and reassuringly to Nyah then, offering Freya a gentle but casually apologetic smile for the interruption, and took a few steps away to be closer to her filly. Nyah outstretched her legs against the cool grass and yawned, her eyes still dazed and heavy with slumber. But when the filly realized there was someone else standing with them, she blinked quickly, as if trying to sharpen her vision.
Nyah was startled then, tumbling awkwardly to one side as she tried to stagger quickly to her feet. Despite being born on Tinuvel, and still among Orkaan's herd then, the poor girl hadn't spent a whole lot of time in the company of anyone but her mother yet. So strangers, it seemed, were still quite frightening. "It's okay Nyah. This is my friend, Freya. I'm sure she wants to be your friend, too." Nova says sweetly, brushing her muzzle against the small of her daughter's back.
Nova's gaze returned to Freya now, from her more retreated position underneath the shade of the tree, as she spoke. Her story wasn't all that unlike Nova's, or her mother's, or that of dozens of mares Vita Nova had met over the years. The general oppression that stallions used against mares made her blood boil. But there was something different in the air lately, she mused. Mares weren't taking it any longer. There were entire terrains led by mares now, and not just the Peak. The culture here, it seemed, was slowly but surely giving way to something better. She wished there was a way for her to explain that to Freya. But if the older mare stuck around the islands long enough, Nova was sure she'd feel it, too.
The grey mare is tending mostly to Nyah again when Freya declines her offer to return to Tinuvel. Her lips fall flat, but she bobs her head once in understanding. "There's nothing left for me on Tinuvel." She says firmly, in a melancholy way. Her thoughts drift briefly to Nephilim again, then Orkaan, and she snorts. "I do hope you find him, though." She adds, sheepishly.
Nova takes a deep breathe and lets her gaze drift out over the mostly quiet meadow all around them. Nyah still leaned desperately into her mother, her wide, warm eyes staring out at Freya apprehensively. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but we should probably get going." She said. In all honesty, Nova had no idea where the two were going to lay their heads to rest that night, which was beginning to wear heavily on her. "It was nice to meet you, Freya. Good luck."
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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