The crispness of the cool air against her still damp coat sent a shiver down her spine. She pranced in place, a rush of adrenaline hitting her as she anxiously anticipated Warsaw's arrival. Her crystal blue eyes blinked in rapid succession as she peered into the trees beyond the mouth of the shoreline and its black-pebble beach, just waiting to see his ghostly grey frame appear out of the darkness. She'd almost forgotten about Tavas, who cantered awkwardly across the rocky beach, too enthralled with exploring this new, otherwordly terrain, to pay much attention to her mother, either.
Nova hated herself for how she longed for Warsaw. But there was no denying the primal feelings that burned for him inside of her. The grey mare swallowed hard against a lump that persisted in her throat and tried to get a hold of herself. She knew this interaction was bound to be trouble, but she owed it to Shamwari to try to get some semblance of control over the situation. That's why she was here after all. She hated being a pawn in this, and she loathed both Warsaw and Shamwari for it. This was about her, not either of them. But somehow, they'd edged her out of it and took it upon themselves. She snorted in irritation at the thought.
Finally, the grey stallion emerged from the thicket. she notices the stiffness in his stride, likely lingering from the battle back on Luthien, but otherwise he looked healthy and bright. As he approached, Nova nickered to Tavas, calling her closer, and took a step in front her, to block her from Warsaw. She may have enjoyed the time she'd spent here with the stallion, but Nova wasn't stupid. She didn't trust the stud anywhere near her daughter.
When he mentions the filly first, claiming her as his own, Vita Nova visibly cringes in shock and disgust. She flicks her tail almost violently across her rump, and uneasily shifts her weight across all fours. "Yours? You think she's yours??" She says with a sharp cackle, a venomous smile cracking her lips for just a second. She snorts again and looks down at the dainty, but healthy palomino filly. Tavas was slender and lean like her father, Nephilim. She had no bulky attributes to link her to Warsaw. Even her golden yellow coat clearly came from her sire's side of the family. But before she can explain further, Warsaw talks again. The way he described what happened in the Prairie made her sick to her stomach. Her silver ear lobes flicked back into a bed of mane at her poll in response.
"You make me sick." She spat, staring down her nose at him, with her head high above her withers. "Tavas is the daughter of Nephilim, the former King of the Bay." She said ruthlessly. "She is the sister of the neighbor you hate so much. Nephilim has been in my life a lot longer than you. He is the true father of my daughter." She explained with another agitated flick of her tail. "As for your 'gesture of affection', I'm here to tell you enough. We had some fun, didn't we? Can't we leave it at that?" She asks, her mood lighting a little, her blue eyes widening as she cocked her dished face to once side. "I don't belong to you. I never will." She reiterated, in an attempt to get it through his thick skull. "Now leave me and my brother Shamwari alone. Leave our family alone."
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