It had been some time since her mother's passing, and the raw emotion was now a puckered, tender scar over the princess' heart. If there was any being in this world that Aviya loved most, it was her mother. Momma Kou had been there through it all. She had birthed Aviya and introduced her to Tamlin and Mauja. She had massaged the filly's sides when the racking coughing took over her frail, young body. Kou had helped her strengthen and control her magic. Kou had taught her how to fight, how to maneuver around her opponents with ease, but also how to throw out chilling, crushing blows when it came to being up close and personal. She remembered her mother's soft lips against her dark ears, whispering gently as the harsh winds of the north overtook them.

"Have heart, young girl. The princess of the Doctor cowers to no one, not even the gods."

It had been the raw emotion from the tragedy of losing her mother that stimulated her challenge to Sialia. The blue and black woman's tongue had been the straw that broke the camel's back, and Aviya was 'done' with her. Aviya crushed her easily, sending her into submission with little more than the effort of a mouse. In some way, the dark princess was torn in her victory. She wished Sialia would have fought back, would have 'bled' for her transgressions; however, the other part of Aviya basked in the glory of shining a light on Sialia's cowardice and weakness. It would be known in the Basin that Aviya was 'better' than the mother of bastards. The thought of the mare now made Aviya snort. The woman did not deserve space in the young warrior's mind, and so Aviya pushed her into the tundra dirt below her black, cloven hooves.

As the sun rose and broke over the barrier of the mountains, Aviya knew it was time. She was assigned by her superiors to spar today against the 'general' of the herd. Aviya did not know much of him, and something of that spoke volumes to her. Sighing, mostly out of boredom, Aviya turned from her spot at the entrance of her cave to move towards the Basin's never freezing lake. As Aviya approached, her icy eyes fell on a figure there. It was dark, tall, muscular, and she decided it must be her general. Torleik as his name was given to her. s the younger girl closed the distance between them, she watched the stallion before her. He was built broader than her, with a deep chest and rippling muscle that surely held strength far greater than her own. However, his bulk would weigh him down. Aviya was much lighter than the stallion, and she predicted that she would be able to move more nimbly over the scrubby terrain beneath their hooves. She reminded herself, however, not to lose track of her footing. Any wrong move in this place and her cloven hooves could get stuck in the thick, tangled tundra grasses that had been matted in some places from frequent traffic. The grasses could even be hiding an unknown hole, so the white-faced girl would need to be quite careful in her movements. He also had a companion, which she was lacking, so Aviya would need to match him with her magic.

"Torleik. I'm Aviya." Aviya nodded to the stallion when she was close enough, though she did not stop. Aviya was not interested in small talk at this time. She was here to perform a duty assigned by her superiors, and that is what mattered most. Narrowing her blue eyes and snapping her ears down into her frosted mane, Aviya launched herself at Torleik. Her delicately arched neck bunched, muscles ready to propel her head forward and snap bites on this stallion. Aviya was moving to what she hoped was head on to the friesian stallion, but she feigned to his left some, hoping to come parallel to him. Her canter was controlled and quick, and when Aviya believed she was close enough she struck. Cloven forehooves dashed out in front of her, attempting to smack on Torleik's left foreleg, hopefully high enough to leave his canon out of risk but his knee right in her path. As much as Aviya was going to enjoy this fight, this stretching of muscle and sinew, she did not want to damage her general too badly, and she herself did not want to leave this place limping terribly and having to visit her father. Following quickly behind her attempted kicks, Aviya reached out straight and quick, hoping to snap her teeth closed over the delicate skin just behind Torleik's left elbow, near his heart girth area.


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