She keeps her crystal eyes glued to the ground at her feet, she paws halfheartedly at a rock, and tries her best to blend into the jungle that stands against her back. She just wants to melt back into the jungle, to become a part of the coconut palms and just fade away. She would be lying if she doesn't feel Roug's eyes boring into her, and as she looks up she finds her crystal blues meeting the emerald greens of Roug. She does not smile nor give him a nod, just stares indifferently back at him.

He moves his gaze onto the rest of the mares, and she relaxes and a sigh escapes her parted lips. Her ears swivel forward as his words fill the air, and hang ominously. War is upon us. Instantly she feels anxiety crawling into the pit of her stomach, she is no fighter and has no interest in starting now. Her tail swishes and slaps her sides with a resounding slap, as the feelings tumble together. Anxiety. Fear. All of them a concoction that makes her stomach sick.

Who among you will fight?

Her ears perk as one by one, they all volunteer to fight. Her eyes slide from Vasilisa to Monster and finally settle on mare she has yet to meet. She mentions her father Warsaw and that she would fight for him. Caly sighs as the silence fills the air, if her father had called her to war, then maybe she would of went. A soft breeze ruffles her bicolored mane, as she swallows hard and steps forward. "I am not a fighter, and I will not be going to war," she says with a defiant raise of her crown.

She turns her crystal eyes on all of them. How quick they all are ready to fight. None of them even asking why? Just as soon as they are told to jump. They all say how high? "Why does Warsaw want to war with the Luthian Queen?" she asks as she turns her gaze upon all of them. "Do any of you want to know what you will be risking your necks for?"