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The silver has no idea why the cry for a meeting is coming from Tembovu. She's missed something here, and her stride swiftly adjusts to angle her towards the herd gathering. Dominus is away hunting, but d'Arcy is by her side, her small legs moving in tandem with her dam's longer ones. Nyx restrains her pace to ensure the girl can keep up, her trot long and flowing but not as fast as it could be. No doubt Libertad is nearby, too, as he and his twin are rarely seen apart, but just to make sure he knows of the meeting, the silver mother releases a small whicker for him. It would be improper for a child of the ironheart to be tardy. In perfect synch, mare and filly slide to an elegant halt. d'Arcy stays close, but her curious eyes take in all her herdmates, pinlike legs taking her a few bold steps away from her mother just because she can. There are several faces Nyx recognises, but more still that she doesn't, and she runs a curious eye over these foreign Edgians. Her gaze roams across Tembovu, noting his station at the head of the meeting, noting that he seems that bit more...regal than usual. He receives a wolfish grin from her, but not too rogueish, not in front of the children. There's Mauja, head hung, dejected. Throughout his time as co-king with Torleik, Mauja has been by far the better ruler, in the silver's opinion. Black Hottie, whilst a walking wet dream, was rarely around, and what use was that? Seeing the ice king step down, if indeed that's what he has done, is...troubling, to say the least. But if he has handed his crown to Tembovu - and the grey mare resists the teeniest, tiniest pang of why not me? - then at least it is in capable hands. Nyx trusts and respects the elephant, not least because he's fabulous in the sack. The Edge will be safe under his command, and whilst questions bubble in her mind, she restrains them. Now is not the time. Reaching out her muzzle, she touches it to d'Arcy's side and pulls the filly close. "Watch the herd interactions closely, my dear. Seeing how individual horses react to each other provides valuable information on hierarchy and politics." The words are whispered, for the filly's ears only - and Libertad's, if he happens to have arrived in time. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
