As the moments pass in conversation with the red pangere mare, Nova feels the tension and suspicious begin to ebb from the muscles of her body. Of course she would never be a true fan of the Inlet, but at last now she was not alone in her misery. That was probably not saying much though.

None the less she lets a sigh slip from her lips, proud head given as she follows Ylva's gaze to the sleeping foals. Truthfully it did not surprise her that Warsaw paid no attention to the red mare's newest additions. She had heard the threat over and over from his lips herself about his plans of murder should any child appear that was not his own. Deep down, Nova doubted that he would make sure a threat idly and well, she would not put it past him. However, to Ylva and her own benefit, he seemed completed wrapped around his pregnant queen and whatever politics he found himself the center of.

Whatever the reason, he had left them in peace for the most part and for that Nova was somewhat relieved. She knew that this would be short lived, especially with the birth of their foals drawing nearer with each passing day. The gray brute might be wrapped around the smokey black queen now, but as the others began to give birth, he would make his rounds to inspect.

A single ear flickers in acknowledgement of Ylva's words. Yes it had been almost pleasant, being left to their own devices but not much longer. Ylva mentions another mare and for a moment Nova lets her thoughts drift back to that first meeting she had been forced to attend. Vaguely she recalled a young mare standing alongside Ylva, but her face was nothing more than a blur in the obsidian mare's delicate mind. Her ears flicker backwards at the thought of being warned to send them away and her respect for the pangere woman increases. Though she was perhaps not the best mother in the world, she did leave her only son so far away after all, but still, she did not think that she too would have been able to leave the foals to the wilds. She would have brought them home too.... though perhaps not here.

Once more the thoughts of freeing herself from Warsaw dance through her mind, but she knows that it is a hopeless thought, at least for the time being. Perhaps when Warsaw once more got caught up in his politics and whatever battles he was strategizing against, maybe then she might be able to slip away with Tuari and this time, she would never look back.

A soft smile plays across the small mare's obsidian lips as silver blue eyes rise to meet the dark brown of her companion. "I think if anyone could manage three children alone, it would be you. So far you have seemed to manage on your own quite well." A knowing gleam lights her pale eyes at the mare's next words. Yes, she knew all to well the words Ylva spoke for they were her own thoughts completely. She had wanted to return to the islands, hoped to create a future that she might be able to bring Leviathan into... one without Warsaw's commands. She was not ready to seperate from her child nor would she ever be willing to freely give to the rougish Bachelor herd as Warsaw wanted. She wanted to keep her children close, at least as close as possible until their own fate made the decision that they should part from her side. She knew that it was the nature of all foals, even the one who grew inside her belly now. Despite her initial proclamation to abandon the child at the earliest possible moment, since feeling the foal move within her and the countless one sided conversations, she had to admit that there was indeed a growing bond that was sealing her fate to keep this foal close as well.

Dials flicker as suddenly Ylva lowers her gaze, her voice soft, now held a sense of apprehension, one that Nova found herself moving protectively closer to the russet colored mare. Almost timidly she reaches out, velvet soft lips brushing ever so slightly against the younger woman's cheek in reassurance. "Your words are safe with me." she breathes, her own words a hushed silence.