So, the tides of change are on the move again. Small black ears perk amid the snow peppered tangle of her dark mane. Nostrils flare, sending a plume of smoke to evaporate in the cold air before her. Pale silver blue eyes remain impassive as the smokey black mare screams her call for the herd to gather. Apparently the victor of the battle between herself and the blue mare Xiomara. How disappointing. Proud head lifts as chiseled maw offers a snort of disgust. Though it was true Vita Nova had never done anything directly to harm or encourage the ill will of Nova, there was simply something about the mare that Nova did not approve. Unusually long tail flicks with an audible snap against the wind, sending a spray of snow dusting the ice covered grounds. She would not bend.

There is no surprise when Neon makes her way quickly to Vita Nova's side with her yearling filly in tow. The mare had no backbone. From what Nova observed she seemed to need the smokey black mare to make her decisions for her. It would not suprise the black goddess if she did not ask the would be queen where to shit too. The thought put an amused smirk upon her ashen lips as Nova turned pointedly away, her tiny muzzle nudging Tuari to join her.

For a moment the golden filly seemed torn, her frame wavering between following after mother or obeying the summons of the herd. With so much changing of control over the last few months, it was hard to imagine that there would ever be anyone to keep control of the Inlet. Mother had been so sure of Warsaw for so long, his control seemed absolute. However, now, now things were so messed up.

With an almost reluctant sigh Tuari gives her pale head a toss and quickens her pace to catch up to the obsidian form of Nova, her dark muzzle reaching out to nudge mother's side affectionately.