The anger and rage that burned within her had died down by now. The fury that the enferno incited during her encounter with Shenzi had tempered off with the rain. The storm that had passed now. The roar of thunder and flash of lightning subsided. The trees and brush surrounding the falls left with glistening droplets of water to wet their leaves. The island was left fresh and renewed. Nyimara however, felt almost numb.
The pain she felt at Shenzi’s loss and the curse of Bjorn’s premonition leaves her deep in her own mind. She should have turned back to the Dunes to lick her wounds but she was not willing to let the dark mare see her pain. She did not deserve it. Instead, Nyimara continued to mull around the Falls in the wake of the storm, pausing here and there to graze on the freshly watered green shoots of grass that poked from between the trees. The mud that caked her legs was beginning to grow uncomfortable now in both its thickness and the way it rubbed against her flesh. She planned to wear it awhile longer still as a badge of honor but that thought was growing more and more absurd until she can stand it no longer.
Ducking beneath a low hanging branch, she approaches the deep pool at the base of the falls. She had hoped that this time of day, coupled with the recent storm, would see the turbulent waters all to herself. Any sane creature would surely be just emerging from whatever hiding place they had found and only just surveying the damage the chaotic winds and torrential rain had wrought. Surprise flashes in her dark eyes at the sight of the dark figure wading into the mud churned waters. Dark ears rotate backwards as for a brief moment, Nyimara considers searching elsewhere for a free pool to cleanse the muck from her ankles. However, the grime was beginning to itch and even a stranger’s bubbling and incessant conversation seemed like a necessary evil if it meant she could be clean once more.
The grass rustles as she passes, a hoarse nicker leaving her lungs though nothing else in her appearance screams greeting. For a few moments she ignores the black woman, her mind still too fresh on Shenzi to recognize anyone besides the betrayal she felt. An audible sigh leaves her lips as gingerly she steps into the shallows and lets the motion of her legs against the current carry away most of the dark mud.
Relaxed, her pointed ears tilt forward amid the tangled ends of her alabaster mane as now she turns to gaze at the lounging woman. She was no Shenzi. She almost appeared at peace in the cool waters, as though she were not attempting to gain attention. A feit more easily obtained were she not literally stretched out in the center of the pool of water instead of lingering near the shoreline as most other horses tended to do.At least the ones she had met here anyway. Then again, the ones who met her were usually wary of her reputation.
As much as she hated idle conversation, the fight with Shenzi had struck a nerve deep inside her. Almost without recognizing it, she tilts her head towards the woman. ”The waters are rising.” she warns, glancing up towards the top of the falls for a brief moment before returning her fierce gaze to the dark woman’s angelic face. ”Always happens after a storm. The current too.” she finishes, taking another step deeper into the water and giving her shoulders a quick shake.