’..Promise means nothing without the drive…. And he carries my doubts.’ The wry tone in the mare’s voice grates against her nerves.

As gently veiled as the words were, it was clear who she meant. Garmr.

Anger flashes behind her silver-blue eyes as an angry growl lingers deep within her throat. If there was anything in her life that Druna felt possessive attachment over, it was the frosted beast. Flynnrir too, but mostly Garmr.

Part of her wants to rush the refined little mare. Part of her wants to pin her ears against her skullcap and scream her rage with biting teeth and jagged hooves. She would like nothing more than to show this insolent woman just what her unguarded words would get her.

But the louder voice whispered… Garmr.

Regardless of the mask of indifference she kept in place, or how careful she was to turn a blind eye each time her mate disappeared on the heels of the fleeing woman… Druna knew. Garmr was just as possessive. There was just as likely a chance that her raging against the snow-dusted woman would be met with displeasure instead of pride. More than anything else, that is what keeps her hooves firmly planted where she stands, the mask settled back into place.

’..don’t let me dissuade you…’ the honey-sweet smile on the mare’s lips draws an impish grin on her own lips. Behind her thoughts, she imagines what it might be like to spill the insolent mare’s blood without repercussions from the Lagoon Boss. ”Oh darling, My loyalty could never be swayed by the bitter ramblings of a fool.” she coos, her words thick with the sweet tang of venom. Amusement glitters in her gaze as she cocks a hind hoof against the malleable soil beneath her. Finely dished head cocks as Druna forces indifference into her slow-blinking gaze

She pauses to let the bite of her words settle between them before continuing, her smile twisting into something more akin to a smirk. ”Fresh water, green grass, shade…. Yes, this place is such a prison compared to Salem.” she coos with an empty laugh and a toss of her forelock. ”Blistering heat, little to no fresh water, and cold nights. Yes, I can see the appeal.”

DRUNA

lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna