She knew exactly who Xiomara was. Ex-Queen of the Shore and the Inlet. Ironclad's little boyish crush at one point. Her brother became Xiomara's little shadow the moment she usurped her father and stole his throne. While everyone else hated her, Ironclad adored her. She had prayed to the gods that one day her brother would look at her with the same admiration, but it never happened. Now he was lost to her and these islands. The whispers in her ears teased his return. She could never be certain if the spirits were just playing their foul game to annoy her or if this was a truth they spoke of. It was no matter because for now, he was not here. Distant relatives of hers were here guarding this Inlet and she did not wish to greet them just yet. This is why she scolds Xiomara to shut her mouth.

It didn't help that she found the need to match the warrior Queen's energy with her voice. She wasn't sure what overcame her at the moment, but she felt power. Rage, something. But she was not afraid. The spirits told her not to fear, not today. Suddenly, another comes barreling towards them. Brunhild knows this mare was not one of her relatives cause it seems the mare comes to the aid of Xiomara. Not like Brunhild poses any harm to the old Queen, but this mare seems to think she does. The tension thickens the air between them as Brunhild connects her icy blue eyes to an emotional bright-eyed female. Even as the words shout off her tongue Brunhild knows it was time to go. These two would only cause her trouble and today was not the day for that.

She sighs, shaking her head lightly. "Calm yourself I have not come to harm my Queen." Her gaze turns to Xiomara dancing with spite. Her tongue slides over her lips wondering if the blue mare would understand how she hated her. Hated, but did not have the will to harm. Not today. There was no way she could win in the state she was in any way. Brunhild's body was not made to fight, but to be fought for. Not that any male here cared enough to have the spirits on their side. Not many these days believe in that kind of thing. A light chuckle escapes her as she remembers it was her in a bad situation. She steps away from the two mares, away from the cave's entrance, and towards the treeline. If they would allow it she would slip away without another word.