Ears fall backwards amid the tangle of her dark mane as the pale woman eyed them each with nonchalant eyes. It amused Nova to no end that she found their stomping hooves and demanding words upon deaf ears. Silver blue gaze meets the dark eyes of the woman for a mere moment but there are no words shared. Not now. She addresses Warsaw, demanding that he send away his pets and Nova feels the bile rising in her throat. She felt no love for the gray stallion, and to be considered one of his playthings... no. She gives her proud head a shake but says nothing.

As warsaw snaps at her she lifts her head proudly, pale eyes gleaming in amusement. She had hit the nerve. Its infatuation with the smokey black mare was beyond her, especially since that same mare refused to meet her in battle. Neon, well that was one she had easily put into place. She lifts her head to the mare, lips curling back into a snarl, a single forelimb stomping in reminder of what she was capable of.

Like obedient puppies the two mares turn at Warsaw's command. Vita Nova turns to the darkling now, lifting herself in a half rear and striking out forelimbs in a valient display of dramatic power. Nova does not baulk. Instead there is laughter in her eyes as she meets the smokey mare's hard tones with glittering eyes. "Strong words for a weak woman. Care to put them to the test?" she asks, unusually long tail flicking idly against sleek black haunches. A deep throated chuckle rumbles from her lungs as Nova gives her proud head a shake, watching as the self proclaimed queen turns and starts down the trail with Neon and the foals at her heels. "I guessed as much. Coward!" she snaps her gaze fleeting to Warsaw with a proud smirk. She turns towards the new Inlet leader and holds her gaze a moment longer before pivoting on her heels and starting down different path, opposite of Vita Nova and Neon. She had never been apart of the herd anyway.