Posted on August 26, 2020 at 06:56:13 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Tavas was overwhelmed by the wide range of emotions she was feeling in this moment. She was overcome with despair, first and foremost, about losing the only home she'd really ever known. She was worried about her family. Frustration flared in her chest for Bjorn, but it butted up against these softer feelings of warmth and nostalgia for him. It was perplexing. She looked deeply into Bjorn's eyes when he asked her why, why did she return to the Ridge? "You were always good to me Bjorn, even when it wasn't reciprocated." She said, her gaze falling to the ground. "You let me come home when my family needed me most. I never forgot that. I-I- always intended to come back to you, but you were long gone by the time I got back there." Unfortunately her tender reveal was short-lived, as their conversation was quickly interrupted by Nyimara. Any sympathy or compassion she was feeling in that moment was wiped away by her overflowing anger that stemmed from Nyimara. The palomino mare didn't know Nyimara. Like, at all. Sure, they were once and very briefly members of the same herd under Bjorn in the Ridge. But Nyimara made no real effort to get to know her during her time there. To lump Tavas in with the rest of the mares who had a history with Nyimara and therefore good reason not to like her, was a bit unfair. Ysabel, on the other hand, was the only mare in Bjorn's keep at the time who went out of her way to make Tavas feel apart of the Ridge herd. Perhaps their limited interaction was enough for Nyimara to assume the worst of Tavas. The golden mare watched as her words influenced some subtle change in the brown mare's stony exterior. The mare hid behind some cheeky grimace, her catty laughter only further enraging Tavas. The golden mare's jaws clenched and she was poised to spit back more nasty words in her direction, but then Bjorn stepped in. He grabbed his mare with teeth at her shoulder, and Tavas watched as Bjorn literally did all the work for her. Nyimara's face contorted into disbelief and betrayal. Even Tavas stared back in surprise. But her startled expression gave way to a more pleased demeanor, and coy smirk found it's way to her whiskered lips. She reluctantly pulled her gold-flecked stare away from the mare to look back at Bjorn, whose gaze was softer than it had been before. Tavas breathed a deep sigh before looking to him with round, sympathetic eyes. There was still so much she had to say to Bjorn. "We can." She agreed, her voice hushed. "Alone." She added more sternly. She flashed Nyimara one last hardened look before taking a step toward Bjorn, and reaching out with her soft muzzle to touch him lightly on his shoulder. Part of this was just a show for Nyimara, of course, but the other was to urge him to walk with her, somewhere deeper in the territory where they could be alone. "Buh bye, Nyimara." She said over her shoulder, with one last flick of her blonde tail before walking off with the Icelandic stallion.
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