There was a change upon the winds. Nova could feel it just as easily as she felt the biting winds that reminded her winter was not far away. Pale silver blue eyes glance around her, her fierce gaze drifting over the form of her pale daughter, ensuring that she remained safe. As of late, she spent less and less time at Nova's side and as much as she hated to admit it, she missed it. It was natural of course, for Tuari to want to explore the lands and interact with the other foals that called the Inlet home. Regardless of how bitter Nova felt for Warsaw and his herd, she could not bring herself to deny the filly such frivolous joys.

Twin harks flicker to an alert position as the call of summons rings over the landscape, drawing the attention of all that called this place home. An amused smirk ghosts across her charcoal dusted lips. It was not Warsaw's voice.

Normally, she would not bother to grace him with her presence, especially if he called the herd together. She despised his choice in queen and cared even less for her when she turned her nose up at Nova's challenge for bragging rights. As though she thought herself better.

Pale eyes glitter viciously as she approaches those gathered, amused to find a disheveled Warsaw, his queen and her right hand maid at his side. A cheshire grin slides across her ashen labrums as Vita Nova lifts her head defiantly, her dark eyes flashing as she stomps her hoof like the true spoiled brat she was. Nova just could not let it go. Slyly she appears from the shadows, her sleek neck arching elegantly as black banner lifts high in pride. "I think she just knocked you off your little pedestal, princess." she scoffs, challenge dancing in her own silver blue eyes. Her gaze flickers to Warsaw now, meeting his dark gaze with a renewed sense of defiance as she stops beside the dark mare that had screamed her bugle of victory.