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At the back of her mind, Nyx has always worried that this day would come. She is no stranger to losing children, but usually they just up and leave without a backwards glance - that is more painful than words can describe, but in a way it's better as it's a clean break. The idea of having one of her foals tell her that he is about to leave, knowing she can do nothing about it....the thought makes her ache inside.
Still, that is not necessarily the reason why Arakh is calling her. Her bull-horned son could simply want to talk to her, a boy to his mother. His summoning doesn't have to be bad. But there is something in his voice that makes the mare nervous. His accented tones ring in her ears and the silver diverts her path towards him, breaking into an elegant canter that covers the ground in long, powerful strides. She's soon in front of him, a warm smile upon her face. He's grown beautifully, tall and strapping like his father. His wings and horns are an interesting mix, as she's never produced a hybrid before, but they suit him. She automatically looks around for Esinakh, as the boy and his sister are rarely separated for long. That bond is something that Nyx loves to see, and she hopes it will sustain for many years into the future. Having produced three sets of twins, the silver is no stranger to the unique bond that exists between them, and it hasn't escaped her notice that they seem to travel together. d'Arcy and Libertad disappeared as one, Arakh and Esinakh have remained as one....only Oizys remains twinless, Enyo gone with the wind. "What is it, darling?" she questions her son, huffing air gently towards him. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
