As always, her dam would keep her waiting. Eden could see Bane far off in the distance, turning away from the sentinel’s perch that she often took up. Her heart squeezed in her chest. Hell, the mare wanted so badly to turn and run. Confrontation wasn’t her cup of tea, despite what ran thick and hot within her bloodline.
Nature versus nurture. Eden was probably still bitter at the lack of nurturing. A cold childhood, a cold woman-- it’s how she’ll always view Bane. Maybe she was just perpetuating a cycle where she stood, eyes fixed on the champagne woman that came into view. A gaze as sharp as a knife.
She’d taken her sweet time coming down, and Eden wrestled internally nearly the entire time. Leave it to Bane to not even pretend to be happy to see her. You look well. That was all she’d get? A cold laugh echoed from the depths of her chest, a chill that Eden wasn’t used to carrying. She was trying to steel herself, after all. No, that chill is new to her, and it doesn’t feel right.
“Not that you care,” Eden snorted, head tossing. Her eyes narrowed. The look she casts on Bane is icy, taking a step back. Pulse rising. “Why did you come here?” She tries not to be soft, but it’s hard not to be. The gaze she fixes her dam with is beseeching. Her ears flickered. It was hard to process all of the things in her head in that moment.
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