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Well, shit. Did she just get sassed by a sea creature? That's simply not on. The mare pins her ears and waddles deeper into the water, feeling fear tickle at her heart as her hooves leave the ground. She does not like water - she doesn't trust it, because how can something so fragile hold her weight? She does not fear battle, or blood, or pain, but drowning strikes her as a damnably unpleasant way to die. To snatch at breath but draw in nothing but water, to flail and thrash and not know which way is up, to feel it flood into eyes, nose, mouth...it makes her shudder.
Little wonder she's so keen to get her son out of the waves and to safety. But all around her, horses are splashing each other, playing with the otters and dolphins and trying their best to get that sacred orb. If none of them are scared, why should Nyx be? She is a warrior, a defender of the herd. It isn't right or proper for her to be afraid of bloody water. So she steels her resolve and marches forwards, holding her head high to try and keep the liquid away from her face. Using the black spire of her horn, she aims to jab it cleanly through the orb, wondering if it can be skewered or if it will simply bounce away to safety. Either way, her full attention is not on this game. The vast majority of her focus is on keeping afloat, on stifling the fear that grips like a cold vice on her heart - but the rest is spared for Libertad, keeping one beady eye firmly on him in case he should find himself in trouble. Because, water-hate or not, nothing would stop her saving him if he looked for one moment like he was about to succumb to the waves. That is a mother's duty. ______ |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
