Relief flooded Miriella’s body as the Inlet queen agreed at last to take her to the pines. She worried briefly over how she was going to guide herself through this situation. How could she find her way back to Vadim’s side without looking like she was? Did he even want her back? Where was he? Her mind skipped from question to question, keeping her heart beating a little too hard; head high, nostrils flared to drag deep breaths inward. Even her steps were done lightly, narrow hooves pressing into the rich, soft ground as they walked. It was likely she appeared skeptical of her surroundings - or so she hoped. Miriella could not stop the energy that stirred beneath her skin.
Parvati began to speak and Miriella flicked an ear toward her, calming herself from her racing thoughts to instead listen to what she was being asked. She had promised she would answer questions, after all. Miriella was aware she could misbehave and refuse to answer any once they were in the pines - which she could make out just ahead - but for the time being she really was quite cold and tired, and even a little scared. She was angry that she was scared, of course, and that helped keep a more guarded look across her face. Her pale eyelids were somewhat narrowed, as if suspicious, while she watched the queen speak.
When Parvati finished, Miriella could not help but snort loudly, somewhat half in amusement. She was sure that no one could care about her as much as Vadim.
(Hoped.)
“From one of your stallions?” She asked, unable to curb the natural haughtiness to her tone. She also couldn’t stop from smiling somewhat. “No offense, I’m sure the studs you keep are absolutely catches considering the whole ‘running your own kingdom’ and all, but I don’t do well with sharing.” She flicked out her tail, it was somewhat damp still, but not as badly as before. She could gently snap a few more strands. “I’d be too intimidated by your status, grow jealous, and would most certainly inevitably do something stupid.” Miriella spoke rather candidly. Surprised at how easy it was to tell… well, the truth. Some of it, anyway.
“Besides, I never pictured myself living on Tinuvel.” She appeared briefly thoughtful as she considered the other islands. All she could picture was Vadim.
Miriella sighed and turned to glance toward Parvati, surprised the mare hadn’t spoken, only to then hear the groan that came out of her mouth. Her worried eyes shot to the mare’s swollen sides; she’d had her first child a year ago, and she knew. Her eyes widened somewhat before they flicked back to the queen’s face. “I should go - just tell me where and I’ll go there. I won’t try to escape-” Miriella bit off her words quickly, aware they were starting to come a little faster together; a little more desperate. The concept of motherhood was the most difficult one for Miriella to face; to bear witness to the Inlet queen having her child and the precious moments of the first meeting between mother and child would be heartbreaking. She would only think of Elaine and how exhausted her little cream girl was as she collapsed on the Savanna shore; she would only hear Vadim’s firm, resounding “No” after she’d asked if he wanted to meet her before she abandoned the girl.
Her eyes reached desperately toward Parvati. Her voice trembled honestly with the sudden wave of emotions she was feeling as she looked over the Inlet queen. “Please.”
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