Her very cores wants nothing more than to strangle the colt who had forced her from her home in the first place. Hath no fury like a woman scorned, as the saying goes, but she resists violence. Turning to her brother once more with pleading eyes. Begging him to take her away. He doesn't, or can't, whichever you prefer, and she is forced to look to the fire armored stallion of her homeland. Defeat finds her and she trudges onward owards her birth home. It was nothing more than a prison now...
She only mildly considers Trekori's position. Chances are he would be disappearing again anyhow. Why bother keeping track? Her thoughts are bitter as they cross the land bridge, her and... His name escapes her memory. She has only seen him once before and in passing. The fire that licked across his figure was captivating and mostly unforgettable.
Becoming still along the beach, she looks across the vast water towards Tephra. The sun was just breaking the horizon as the waves lip at her heels. It isn't his voice or pleading that cause her to remove her gaze from the skyline. It is the chill of the water that prompts her to turn and look to the stallion, "You mind?" She motions at his armor with the insinuation that she borrow his ability. Having caste her forest armor along its bank before stepping hoof onto the sand, she was in the mood for something different...
@[Phoebus] @[Ivar]-if you wanna creep up onto shore like always
