there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen moves off in another direction when Nashua trots forwards, but he sticks close now. Rounding on her with rage that only encourages her to keep this form a little longer. At his comment about how he only knows two horses who would commit the crime of stealing a child, she laughs coldly. “Yeah, sure. Us and the mercenaries in the Pampas he bargained with to steal our daughter in the first place.” There were plenty of horses in Beqanna willing to steal a child, all they needed was the right motivation.
Nashua is full of questions but she barely hears the first set of them when she watches his coat drain from chestnut to a deep black. This fucking hypocrite had stood there looking like Bolder turning yellow was the worst thing in the world and now…
Her nostrils flare and those blue eyes flash blood-red for a brief moment before she contains herself, distracted by the rest of the questions and how delightful it is to see him get all puffed up and angry again. Will he strike her while she wears the face of his brother? And if so, will it haunt him afterwards? She’d like to find out.
“We didn’t take your stupid brother, Nashua. He was half out of his mind when we came for Bolder. If I hadn’t known the Curse was already in someone…” She trails off, her grin utterly wicked - believing even Nashua was smart enough to pick up that little jab.
She moves to step away from him, the movement casual as though she really is just going for a stroll. Her gaze darts around, checking the nearby shadows for any sign of her daughter. She’s checked most of the forest by now, she knows, but there’s still some left. There’s still every chance Nashua is hiding her on purpose.
“Does Bolder know you can change?” And then that dark grin on Yanhua’s features deepens as she croons out quietly. “Does Noel?”
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@ Nashua
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