Tears welled in the bottom of Vita Nova's brilliant blue eyes when she saw how despondent Warsaw was to her touch. She could tell he was struggling, but she wasn't sure how to help him in this moment. She didn't care much about this intruder, or the other mares who gathered. The Queen of the Inlet had never seen her King like this. All she worried about was Warsaw.
So the demands of this new blue roan stranger fell on deaf ears at first. As did Nova's ridiculous commentary. Why Nova had a bone to pick with her, Vita Nova really didn't understand. The two had never interacted before. Vita Nova saw her woefully unbecoming behavior simply as jealousy. She saw Nova as a mare who was desperate to emulate her, and was too small and insecure to set her own path.
Vita Nova listened with half-interest as both Warsaw and Neon stepped up to defend her. She was quietly grateful, even if her mind was racing elsewhere.
Finally, Warsaw seemed to snap out of it. But instead of giving Vita Nova at least a glimmer of hope that he was OK, and that they were all going to be OK, he dismissed her along with the rest of the herd. Neon was the first to shoot off a rebuttal. Vita Nova nickered in support, tossing her delicate head wildly. She agreed with her friend - whatever was happening, it affected them all, and thus, they all deserved to know what was coming next. But she also understood that this was not a time to test Warsaw's patience. He was dealing with enough. So Vita Nova shepered her colts along back toward the path they came in upon, and nudged Neon gently on the shoulder, in an effort to get her to follow suit. They would find out their fate soon enough, she tried to convey to Neon with a grim expression upon her face.
The sooty-colored mare held back a few paces as the colts began to descend toward the treeline. She gave Warsaw one last longing glance, before her blue eyes narrowed into tight slits, and her steely ears buried into her ashen mane at her poll. She passed by Xiomara with a sour glare upon her face. But as she neared Nova, the Queen of the Inlet hammered forward at her, raising herself into a half-rear and striking out violently with her front hooves, before landing on all fours with her yellowed teeth barred and snapping, hoping to bite down on the dark mare at her withers or neck. "I'll always be Queen to you, bitch." She hissed before trotting off to catch up with her colts.
Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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