Posted on August 10, 2020 at 07:51:44 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Her heart broke, as she stared into Bjorn's icy blue eyes and saw the hardened stallion he had become. Warsaw, no doubt, played a role in the stallion's hardship. But nevertheless, Tavas always thought the Icelandic stallion was more worldly than her step-sire. What drew her to him, and to find comfort in the Ridge, was his big picture thinking. He was always a step ahead, scheming for the benefit of his family first and not just his name, his legend, and what he could gain personally. Bjorn had no ego. And that had been rare. But perhaps Tavas had been naive to believe all of this. Perhaps she had foolishly put the stud on a pedestal he didn't deserve. Maybe he had duped her all along. But it was this premise - or this facade he wore just for her - that told her to trust her gut and to confide in Bjorn. He had made decisions that altered his life and that of his family's based on her intel and direction. And he still let her leave, during her family's time in need, despite the divide she'd helped cause between Bjorn and Warsaw. Tavas' mind was swirling as she tried to process the smokey stallion's cutting words. She was flabbergasted by his defensiveness. All of a sudden, she felt dizzy. "I'm not defending Warsaw." She shot back with a stiff stomp of her hoof. "I'm defending my family. My dam, my brothers and sisters, mares I've grown up with and known all my life. Lives you've wrecked because of your petty tit-for-tat with Warsaw." She said, her voice unfaltering. "I thought you were better than this. Better than him." She said next, her stony exterior softening some as tears filled her gold-flecked eyes. "Did you even realize I went back for you? But you were long gone... beating up a crippled old stallion, rendering my entire family homeless." A single tear rolled down the length of her golden jaw, and she turned her head to look away. By the time she'd gained a bit of composure to look back at the stallion she once cared for, another was sliding up along his side. Tavas recognized the brown mare as the one Ysabel had defeated in battle, solidifying her Queen title. Something about the way she sauntered over just enraged the palomino mare. Had this dumb wench no tact? "Can you not see that this is a private conversation?" Tavas said with her yellow ears flat against her skull and her jaws clenched. "Clamp your tail for just a second and realize the world doesn't revolve around you. Scram." She spoke with a firey flick of her long blonde tail. "On second thought, I don't have anything else to say to you, Bjorn. I'll happily leave instead." She said, raising her chiseled head high over her withers and staring down her nose at the both of them. She shot Nyimara a disgusted look. "I hope you're happy with what you've earned, Bjorn. Warsaw, I'm sure, is scheming your demise as we speak. And it's not just him these days. My brothers will be coming for what's theirs, too."
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