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In the aftermath of the boat-incident, Nyx was left dwelling on her enigmatic cabin-partner. They met through a quirk of fate, and yet the silver soldier finds the blood-bay stallion rather interesting, if a little odd. For reasons even she doesn't fully know, she wishes to seek him out again and get to know him better, ideally in a scenario where the world isn't about to end beneath a watery apocalypse. Her mind still lingers upon the Aurora Basin, where he'd led her to look for plants, and she can still picture the stark beauty of the frigid landscape, inhabited by the famed unicorn supremists. Not entirely her cup of tea, giving her utter I-don't-give-a-hairy-rats-ass-what-species-you-are attitude, and especially in light of the fact she had borne foals to all three of the different species during her lifetime. To her, race comes far behind strength in a list of importance, and all her suitors had proven able to defeat her in battle whether they wore horns, wings or neither. No, the Basin had been stunning in its own way, but the iron lady has little desire to wander back into their lands and get herself lynched for trespassing. Yet she does rather wish to find Déodat again, so what is a girl to do? Her path brings her across the Frostbreath Steppe to the very edge of the Basin's territory, hooves crunching into the snow to cast glorious coldness up her legs, a pleasant relief from the merciless summer heat. She is alone for once; Dominus is off hunting, and through their mental bond she gets the sudden image of him inflicting misery on a poor unsuspecting deer. The thought draws a shudder from her, but she forces the picture aside and continues on her way. It is unusual for her to be away from her bonded, but he is a predator above all and needs to hunt - she knows he will be by her side like a furry white rocket should she need him. Finally she can go no further without barging into uncharged territory, so there is little left for her to do but loiter awkwardly and hope the stallion appears. She is definitely keen to discover more about him, but her curiosity is not intense enough to overrule her respect of herd borders, which prevents her bouncing right in to visit him. Besides, who knows if he has any desire to see her again, because after all their meeting and co-habiting was simply a matter of convenience. Nyx stands, looking as casual as possible with a cocked hind-leg and flopped ears, hoping Déodat decides to come for an early morning stroll in her general direction. |
@[Déodat]
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
