Dark eyes blink back the amusement that threatens to erupt from her lips. Rhaenys was already proving that she would be a force to be reckoned with. Small fluted ears twitch as she watches the young girl leap at the skittering lizard with pinned ears and snarling teeth. The determination in her eyes as clearly written as the clouds on the distant horizon promised rain.

Suppressing the laughter to a faint upturn of her own dark lips, Nyimara snorts, blasting a warm breath into the air to alert the filly of her approach. ”What are you doing?” she asks, trying her best to keep her honeyed tones light. If there was one thing she knew about her daughter it was their shared displeasure in being the butt of someone else’s joke. Regardless of how vicious the world might view her to be, the silver haired witch adored her children and though she tried not to play favorites, already Rhaenys was stealing that crown.

The audible snap of her growing tail against the charcoal color of her flank is a clear enough indication that the little princess was ‘ridding’ her territory of intruders and yet Nyimara found some sort of satisfaction in hearing the words come from the little girl’s lips. This was her home. The decision she and Quinn had come to even more secure in her mind. ”Come patrol the eastern border with me. We can spar along the way.” she purrs, as slender legs are put into motion. Playfully, she bumps Rhaenys’ hip in passing, snaking her head down to nip the girl’s flank in taunt. She knew the offer would be too good to pass up, even if Rhaenys were exhausted. There was a sense of comradery between mother and daughter that Nyimara has long been without. Though she tried her best with Raksha, the red girl had been far too submissive and meek when it came to her training. Bjorn had seen to it that Skogsra was taken beyond her reach at an early age so that even if she had wanted to, Nyimara was denied her training of the girl. However thanks to Isiksiz pressing obligations to Marceline, Rhaenys was hers to do with as she pleased. Hell she wondered if the dark stallion had even considered that their lust filled passions might result in a child. It’s not like he had bothered to visit after their coupling nor had she bothered to seek him out. This girl was her own. Of course she had her boys and she adored them just the same. A daughter was different. A daughter she could train to follow in her footsteps. Her heir.

She pauses her dancing gait for a brief moment, waiting for the idea to register in Rhaenys’ mind before starting off again at a leisurely pace, her small mahogany ears tilted back to follow the sounds of her fierce young daughter.