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WITH IRON SHIELD SHE DEFENDS THE FAITHFUL, LET CHAOS BE UNDONE It isn't long before a great mass of other horses have gathered around, and Nyx glances between them with a slight knowing smile upon her face. Helovia never fails to deliver; whenever there's free things on offer, people crawl out of the woodwork to be here. She gives a wry chuckle to herself, then focuses her attention back on the tree, and more importantly, the turtle who seems to be running proceedings. Gifts are handed out, and Nyx is slightly crestfallen when she receives nothing. Still, she assumes there is good reason - perhaps her body, or those of her children, have been blessed with something that cannot be seen by the naked eye. Either way, the crowd shows no sign of crumbling and moving on, so nor does Nyx; she doesn't want to miss out on whatever else might occur! By her side, Dominus nestles closer to her leg, still feeling all the warm fuzzies after the item she'd chosen to place upon the tree. She leaves the tuft of fur in place for now, as it does look rather splendid against the backdrop of other merchandise placed by the rest of the Helovian populace. As though by magic, a notion of great peace and goodwill settles down upon the grey mare, and a warm smile spreads across her face as she releases a small, contented sigh. It's nice here - the turtle's presence is comforting, and even the large crowd around her (which would ordinarily make her anxious) doesn't bother her. She allows herself to relax and bask in the festivities, whilst her lion snuggles warmly against her legs and she casts a fond eye over to Arakh and Esinakh bundled together like kittens in a basket. The sight, and overall peaceful ebbings and flowings of the gathering, make the mare contentedly think that if she died tomorrow, she could die happy. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
