The sudden eruption of chaos woke Ambre, her long legs kicking and flailing out as she shot up in a panic and started to dart off blindly before instinct told her to get to one thing: Mother.
Miriella was too focused on Jasper retreating from her, jerking his chin away quickly to rob her the satisfaction of finally hurting someone the way she hurt inside. An offended squeal tore from her throat, angry she hadn’t managed to land an attack, and she was unaware of Ambre’s little body bouncing off her hip as the girl clambered in to be as close to her mother as she could. The physical touch so soon after trying to attack her brother frightened her and, out of instinct, Miriella kicked, but by some grace, thankfully missed landing a blow on her daughter. Ambre had just spun herself away enough to only feel the wind rush along Miriella’s pale hoof.
The fact that she could have hurt Ambre, that she had been so blind by her rage against Jasper that she hadn’t remembered to protect her daughter, stabbed so painfully through her that she felt robbed of her breath.
The entire thing had been just a few quick seconds and the chaos was far from over. The ground trembled as the great, large stallion came trotting through the clearing. He looked like every bit of the beast she knew he was, and somewhere inside her she felt the thrill at seeing him so enraged on her behalf. She tucked her elegant, pale face toward their daughter to push the girl in the direction she wanted her to go, not too far behind her. They only went a few steps, just enough to be out of the way; Miriella could not leave without witnessing what was about to unfold behind them.
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