Had it not been for the life of following in the footsteps of another, Abel would have already made he and Nym's home somewhere in a herd land. It was being ruled over and expected to obey someone who considers them any higher than you, that disregarded the mere thought of obtaining a life within the Edge for Abel. Nym was quite content with any means of life, whether it be starving and dying with a life of nothing or healthy and living with a life full of hateful brats who called themselves nobility. Or maybe their broad range of judging was too far. Mirage didn't seem like a brat, nor a fool who considered herself any higher than the rest, but there was some sort of arrogance that always held onto her lips. Like the tight grasp on sanity that many hold. It was that tight grasp of arrogance that probably persuaded Abel to often change his opinion of Mirage. He didn't know the DragonHeart personally but if it wasn't for Nym being perfectly fine with the mare, the silver buckskin paint would have surely made his dislike clear. Well clearer than it already was.

Motions in the distance caught Nym's attention. Oceanic eyes washing the landscape. Carefully drinking in the mare within the Edge. She wasn't Torasin, nor was she Mirage, but she was someone. Nym was just glad to see someone. Though he was worried for the mare as Abel seemed a bit temperamental and sarcastic today. Even behind the caring tones he held for Nym, the chestnut could still find the lacing hate that hid behind every smile and kind tones. Nym was smart enough to find his words and come to the conclusion, him speaking was a whole lot better than Abel coming to the stand. So he cleared his thinking path and headed directly for the mare. Out of the original path the two were headed, catching Abel's attention. Green eyes sought out the reasoning for his brothers quick break in following. When he found the mare his eyes widened and he became all the more grumpy. A mare. His mother was gone and what he had as a reminder was to be greeted by a mare when all he wanted was to converse with his father about this horrible doing, while Nym wondered off with Kiba.

Nym's soft tones began to grace the air in the return for Yseulte's interest of who their father is. Even so he was more interested as to why she would butt into a conversation she was of clearly not in to begin with. Abel slapped his tail against his hocks in annoyance but Nym was the first to speak up, "Torasin," he paused, "m'lady." acknowledging her as such because he had no true name to attach with her face. He'd never seen her before, neither had Abel. Yet it was his turn now. A fever rising upon his tongue, still he refrained from being too awfully rude "Your Sun Advocate." 'your' emphasized for a purpose. Who knew the purpose but maybe it followed along the lines of telling you he was of high importance. Putting some authority behind his tone for a reason now.

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"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."