Posted on January 23, 2020 at 05:56:16 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Tavas studies Ysabel carefully, noticing this newfound confidence in her demeanor. It brightened Tavas' own mood, to see this mare reveling in something that was clearly quite important to her. Her golden ears flick forward as she listened to her new Queen's recount of what had happened and how she'd cemented her position of power. The young palomino mare was inspired. "Well, congratulations Ysabel!" She said with an excited toss of her head and blonde mane. If Tavas trusted anyone in this herd, it was her. But it wasn't like Tavas really cared nor followed the politics of Bjorn's mares closely by any means. It wasn't long before others heard the mare's call and began to gather. The first to arrive was another wounded mare. This one Tavas recognized from Bjorn's announcement of the war. Beyond that one encounter, Tavas didn't know Nyimara at all. Tavas keeps her distance from the two mares as Nyimara quips back, looking rather disheveled after their recent battle. All of a sudden the golden mare felt very clearly out of place. She had no interest in butting into whatever rivalry these two had with one another, but she listened carefully from her position between them, anyway. Tavas takes note of the smirk across Nyimara's features and her gut churns instinctively, feeling something was off. T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
