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Life has settled down into something akin to normality as of late. There's something simplistic, primitive, about a mare taking herself away from the hustle and bustle of a herd to raise her children in peace and, to an extent, this is what Nyx has done. Although she has been living within the herd's borders, she has been avoiding contact with anybody except her foals, who she channels every ounce of her time and energy into. There's some things she cannot do, such as teaching them how to fly - as she herself has no wings, there would be little use in her trying to show her twins how to use theirs. Instead she allows them to visit their father in the Throat whenever they desire, and escorts them when they let her. She doesn't want to be too smothering, yet she dreads the idea of something happening to them because, at this precise moment, they seem to be the only members of the Edge who don't hate her.
Even Oizys, her oldest remaining daughter, is being cold towards her, likely because Nyx scolded her for her outburst in the meeting. The hybrid filly has made no attempt to meet with her new siblings, and she seems to spend much of her time away from the herd's boundaries. The silver understands; it must be hard for the girl to live her mother's lie, to the extent that she seems to have started believing it. Hadn't she pretty much told the entire herd at the meeting that Nyx wasn't her mother? It is a sad state of affairs, and even more reason for the silver to try and keep her newest offspring as safe and well-raised as possible. Like any mother, though, she needs some time away from her offspring, time to herself where she can simply graze and sleep, or chat with Dominus. As dawn heralds another new day, she has left the white lion to watch over her softly sleeping twins whilst she wanders away to eat her fill of grass before the summer sun rises and scorches everything in its path once again. She does not want company, but quite by chance her path brings her towards a filly she has not seen before. The pearly-white girl has both horns and wings, and Nyx does not recognise her - she appears to be one of the rare few who was not at the meeting. Perhaps that means that the ironheart can indulge her need for social interaction with this one, with this youngster who, hopefully, has no idea of the General's crimes. Nyx approaches, tail swishing idly to bat away the early-rising flies who try to devour her flesh. "Hello," she says, her ears pointed forwards in a friendly manner. "I don't believe we've met. Are you new to the herd?" |
@Erthë
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
