For once in her life, Nova wished that the gods would put her in their favor. It seemed that no matter what she did, always there was some way in which they tried to shoot her down. Nova had returned to the islands to seperate herself from her son in hopes that Warsaw would not continue to hunt for them. Of all the stallions that haunted the islands it would be Warsaw who found her once more and herded her rather unceremoniously back to the Inlet with which she had escaped. She had tried to get back at Warsaw by breeding with his second hand man... what she had not known was that pale stallion was his son. She tried to beat down his queen and the fates refused to allow that win. Now, it seemed that Cullen had gotten wind of her pregnancy and she felt fairly sure it was from the mouth of the damned gray Warsaw. Her refusal to bend to Vita Nova resulted in the smoky mare's acceptance of a trade of sorts and well that was what brought Nova here.

No doubt Vita Nova was glad to be rid of her. The thought lingers upon her mind and Nova could not help the small smile that tugs at her obsidian lips. She had been a thorn in the mare's side and it clearly worked... but not in her favor.

Ears pin atop proud skullcap as the heavily pregnant mare ambles idly beyond the borders of the Lagoon. She knew there was nothing to fear here, after all, it was a deal made between Cullen and Vita Nova so surely he was pacing the borders expectantly. Why the Lagoon hungered so fiercely for Warsaw's foal she doubted she would ever know but nonetheless she was here. She stops now, bending her head to grasp a mouthful of yellow grasses, letting her weary body rest and perhaps catch the attention of the Bachelor boss. She had a few questions herself as it were.