There was a sense of love and hate that Nova felt for the gray stallion who stood before her now, seething in anger. Not a love, but a love to hate. Anger flashed in his eyes at her defiant words, that anger did nothing but to fan the flames that coursed through her veins. He screams his rage, lashing out his forelegs at her as though he would be able to force her into submission with his fury. A little part of her, somewhere deep down, baulked, intimidated by the large stallion with his fierce gaze and even harder exterior. That part of her wanted to cower beneath his gaze, to turn tail and flee, race as far and as fast away from him.

But then there was another part of her, the defiant mother determined to protect her offspring. She had returned without Leviathan with the determination to protect him, she knew that Warsaw would not let them live in peace but at least this way, this way she could give the boy the chance for a lifetime of choices he wished to make, not those made by his father. Small muzzle lifts, glacier eyes glittering as own ivory teeth gnash together, her lithe figure tense as though she was preparing to fight for the life of her daughter.
Tuari awakens now, the stallion's scream intense to her ears. Small silver blue eyes widen in fear as she scrambles to her feet and moves to stand behind her mother, gazing up at the stallion from beneath the thick curls of her mother's dark tail.

Nova does not turn to the girl, not when Warsaw before her. Instead she shifts her weight, forcing the filly back a pace, giving her room should she need to attack. Small ears bury themselves beneath the thick mantle of her curling dark mane, "You will not break me Warsaw. I will escape you. It might not be today, but soon, soon I will make my escape and you will spend your last years chasing my shadow." she scoffs, a malicious smile lingering upon her delicate facade.