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The golden mare blinks, and Nyx feels a savage sting of satisfaction - has she given Rexanna pause for thought? Has she wrongfooted her as Rexanna did to her with her words of kindness a few moments before? Oh, she hopes so. She wants to see those pretty little feathers truly ruffled, wants to see that perfect countenance wrinkled by the first inklings of doubt. Everybody has a limit on how much tolerance they can offer before the quakings of rage in their muscles get the better of them. Nyx's mission is to try and find out Rexanna's limit - to discover the fine line between civility and outright animosity, then cross it.
If the other mare is caught off guard, she doesn't show it. She responds in kind, and Nyx feels her carefully-controlled temper beginning to bubble underneath the surface. Maybe it's the silver who will reach her limit before the gold, which would be karma at its finest. He does always comes back to me. "Yes, emotional blackmail is a wonderful way of getting what you want, isn't it?" That's what Nyx has always imagined Rexanna did to Tembovu to get him to heel. Threatened him with leaving, used his own feelings against him - perhaps she's wide of the mark, but somehow she doubts it. She fixes the other unicorn with her fierce blue gaze - a gaze that can be so gentle when it wants to be, so kind when it looks upon the faces of her children, yet can also become the storm itself when necessary. Right now, it leans decidedly towards the latter. "Why is it that you demand he beds you and only you?" she questions pleasantly, as though asking Rexanna's opinions on the weather. "Is it insecurity? A fear that another woman might pleasure him more than you can?" Nyx casts a sly, sidelong glance at Tembovu, as though sizing him up like the beautiful piece of man-meat he is. "I certainly didn't get any complaints," she purrs. |
@Rexanna
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
