mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

To her surprise, Vita Nova did not greet Warsaw with excitement to her victory. But rather the very opposite. To further her surprise, Angel finally arrived. His gently spoken words did not go unnoticed, a dark ear twisting to him and heat remaining upon her flesh where he had briefly touched her. But this was not the time to address him. Vita Nova’s eyes were trained upon her, sharp words still ringing.


“There is nothing I can say that would convince you of anything. And why would it?”


Before she had finished speaking, Ironclad had left his mother’s side to come stand in front of her. Xiomara’s blue eyes changed slightly as she looked at the back of the colt before she reached out to lightly brush her pink lips over his rump. “Your mother has every right to kick me out, Ironclad. But that does not mean it has to be goodbye forever.” she tried to soothe before lifting her gaze back to Vita Nova.