Nyxa
Hod has settled so naturally into the role of lover that Nyxa knows the soon-to-come role of father and protector will suit him perfectly. She’s elated as her soft, honeyed curves lock into the absent space of his, and beyond that overjoyed to tell him the news. It makes keeping her mouth shut the hardest thing for her in this moment.
Nevermind that as they roll around a bend in the road, her head snaps to attention at the sight of an unknown stallion, while Hod’s nostrils quiver expectantly. Her ocean mate can’t see the way their eyes lock - Brennen’s thoughts unreadable while hers dance like crashing waves across an otherwise stoney, pale face. All the same, the bay shuffles dark wings and calls out with familiar cordiality to Hod, and Nyxa is content to simply sigh deeply and let her counterpart take the lead.
Hod shows little concern or hesitation in his speech and Nyxa is proud; she hardly thinks the gray stallion needs the support of her shoulder, with such brunt honesty and confidence. “I’ve kept to myself, my cove,” he says (her thoughts amend that with ‘our cove’) and then, “Congratulations on your new position” slips out and Nyxa knows this is for her benefit.
So, this was Krone’s replacement.
The sensation of her unborn child’s father touching her rouses the seamare from her silent stance, and with a brief smile she blinks and turns affectionate eyes to her mate as he introduces her. “Yes,” Nyxa supplies once he’s drawn to a stop. “Hod is correct in saying ‘continue to live’.” She laughs, the pealing sound hardly louder than a songbird.
“My mother, Circinae, brought us both here to grow - though I wasn’t born on these shores. Ever since then, I’ve developed … abilities … that directly relate to water. Here - in close proximity to the ocean - is where they climax.” She smiles, knowing that Brennen would take this news and do with it what a King must. He himself seemed well-enough endowed to understand the necessities a gift demanded of the user - but she couldn’t judge his character.
Perhaps it was the sole interest of his Kingdom that fueled him, so she finishes with, “It’s true, I could go elsewhere. Tephra, maybe. But Ischia was the home I chose … the one that shaped me, and I’d rather use my gifts to protect her and your brothers.” She says, as firmly and gracefully as she can muster in the moment.
“Especially when it’s in my best interest to not be traveling, right now.” Nyxa adds in a soft murmur - perhaps a newly-made mother’s plea - before settling into silence.
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Hod] @[Brennen]