It is hard for her to make friends, especially in a place such as this where Nova sees nothing but the painful reminder that she is here by force. It was true that perhaps she could take matters into her own hands, to make the best of the situation and even make a name and a place for herself here. But that was not what she wanted. Warsaw made a point to keep her here... and she would continue to be a thorn in his side until he released her.

However the mare who approached her now, albeit as subtle an approach as one can manage here in this frigid iceland, is one that is somewhat kind and even timid. Silver blue eyes draw away from the short grasses in which the pair grazed and transfixed upon the pangere mare who angled herself slower thought careful to not linger too close. Her greeting is warm, but questioning and Nova flicks her long black tail languidly in response. For a moment she simply stares at the mare, debating on whether she wanted to even attempt to make a friend here in this frozen hell. But there is a warmth in the mare's brown eyes that tugs at what remains of Nova's cold heart. With a reluctant sigh, a single dial angles in the mare's direction as she goes back to grazing. "Hello" she breathes.