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In the weeks since the birth of her children, Nyx has been living in blissful ignorance. When she's with the twins, helping them walk, feeding them, teaching them about the Edge, she can forget the very real troubles that wait for her. If she avoids all other contact with Edge members and focuses fully on her foals, she can pretend that everything is okay, that the disastrous meeting never happened. Arakh and Esinakh are her escape, and she seizes the opportunities they present like a starving man seizes food.
Yet it cannot last. She can't force aside what she's done forever; it isn't healthy, and it certainly isn't strong. Nyx prides herself on not being a coward, and yet a niggling voice in the back of her mind tells her that putting off the inevitable is the worst form of cowardice. She argues back that caring for her twins is far more important than righting the wrongs she'd created, and yet she knows in her heart of hearts that neither foal needs her every hour of the day. If she wanted to find time to seek out the herdmembers that she needs to speak with, then she could find time. She cannot keep using her children as excuses. That's why, early in the day, the mare finally summons her courage and leaves her twins snoozing in a fuzzy heap beneath the shade of a tree. She touches her soft muzzle to both of their gently rising flanks, and asks Dominus to watch over them whilst she's gone. With a deep breath and a hardening of her heart, Nyx sets out to make the first - and arguably most important - set of amends. She finds her winged queen by the lake. As a general rule, the ironheart does not like water, especially deep water, yet it's a sign of her determination that she steps freely into the lake until it's up to her fetlocks. "Queen Alysanne." That little voice in her head points out that referring to her as Queen now is like closing the gate once the horse has bolted, but Nyx doesn't think there's anything wrong with showing a bit of respect before she launches into her healthy helping of humble pie. "I've been meaning to speak with you." She pauses, giving the Queen ample chance to tell her to piss off and leave if that's what she desires; it's no more than the grey deserves. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
