Princess Frost got fast weary of Ahriman pretending to be their mother; when she had agreed to come along, it had been for the purpose of getting away from the old witch for a bit. Needless to say, the golden girl held little compassion for her dam; their personalities did not mix well together. Most of all, Eris blamed her mother for not being with their father. While she had never met him, in Eris’ minds eye he had already been made a saint. When she found him, she had no intention to return to her dam; he would teach her to fly and they could travel far and wide together, just the two of them.
It felt good to stand close to her brother, feeling the unnatural warmth of his body pressed against hers, a content smile drifting across her face for a moment. But then there was Ahriman, parking himself right in front of them, and she grimaced in displeasure. About to snap at him to move, she stepped away from Ares briefly; yet then an approaching figure caught her attention. A blue roan mare, with mighty wings perched on her back. The golden child felt excitement at the sight, but before anything could show on her face, she ducked down behind her armor of neutrality. When the mare spoke, she turned out to be no better than Ahriman, preaching to them like she had any right. Eris said nothing. She didn’t have to; she just looked at the mare with chill indifference, and then arched an eyebrow slowly.
Her attention was quickly snatched away when Ares stepped in between her and a roaring ball of flame. Slender lobes flattened against the back to her skull at this strange phenomenon, certain for a moment that they were being attacked by the aforementioned unicorns. Yet suddenly, the flames seemed to take shape into… A filly. Eris rolled her eyes and sighed behind Ares’ back. Not another female. And what was worse, she instantly noticed how her twin practically dropped his jaw at her. Tiny tail flicked in annoyance, large optics of violet cold enough to chill as they went to the ivory girl, much dismayed to have to admit that she was beautiful.
To have an outlet for all her pent- up annoyance, she turned to the Pegasus mare who had introduced herself as Aryel. “His name is Ahriman, I believe he just told you. Not ‘kid’,”she said calmly, eyeing Aryel with a smile on her face that looked sweet enough but didn’t connect with the coldness in her gaze. “As for our home, we are not bound by borders. Home is wherever we choose to make it,” she added, turning her attention back to Ares and nudging his flank softly. He did not seem to notice her.
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