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The 'game' continues, and the silver finds herself fighting a tide of panic. Each time one of the sea creatures or horses moves, it sends a small wave over her back. She fears it will reach her head, drag her under. She was to get out, but something tells her to stay, some primal knowledge that if she fights her fears and continues, she will get something good out of it. Something to make this horror worthwhile.
She can't help but envy the easygoing natures of the other 'competitors', none of whom seem in the least bit perturbed about dancing with sea creatures in the middle of the ocean. On the battlefield, Nyx would be as at home as they are now, and she finds herself hungering for the simple act of fighting. But she can hardly stay focused on that for long, so intent is she on not drowning. When the orb is placed in front of her by an otter, she automatically moves to throw it back, thinking that it's been given to her to further the game. However, when the sea creatures disappear in a great splash, she realises that the ball is hers, and shock erupts in her chest. "R...really? Thank you." The sea dwellers are gone, but the ironheart is grateful nonetheless. Using her nose, she nudges the ball out of the water, relief flooding through her as her hooves touch dry land again. She shakes her dripping mane, sending a shower of spray everywhere, then touches the orb more insistently - just like that, it disappears, and she feels a tingling in the deepest parts of her body. Ooh. What it's done, she doesn't quite know, but it has to be good, right? She looks to Libertad. "Come on, son. Home." After all, she came here to stop him drowning, and won't leave until he's by her side. ______ |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
