Midnight's Mirage
Tagged: Primrose, Vira, Forseti, Titan, Mazi
Mentioned: His herd, Titan's herd
As Prim rubbed her head against his crest, Phantom let out a soft rumble of pleasure, nudging her in turn. At her words, he nodded in agreement, hoping against hope that whatever was out there would not harm his daughter.
During this, Forseti had moved off, starting to mix their scents before she stood where her large frame blocked out most of the others. Nodding in approval, Phantom watched as she nudged Primrose, cheering up the other mare. He held back the pride that threatened to overwhelm him, giving both Forseti and Primrose a smile as he shifted all his herd into position. He loved all of them and trusted them implicitly, and held nothing but pride toward Forseti. Even with the rain dampening her bright colours, anyone could see how she shined beautifully.
Prim was shifted somewhere toward the back of the mare and her foal, but as she took up said position Phantom caught the new mare's eye, giving her a quiet nod but also a warning in one. He had seen how she'd glowered at Prim, and Phantom would not stand for her endangering his mare. He would help her and her filly, but if she started kicking out at Prim there would be hell to pay and she was smart enough to know that with her filly already injured it was not wise to start a fight.
With the two mares in position, he turned at the sound of hoofbeats. The sight of Vira's beautiful coat, as well as her lively words, had Phantom grinning quietly. He gave her a playful nudge, before letting out a snort as she fell. As she got up with a cheeky grin, however, he couldn't help but sigh fondly, before repeating the instructions he had given to Forseti. Nudging Vira along the side, he couldn't help but find the reserves of his strength even though he had run empty. Watching his daughters had made him find his resolve once more. He definitely had to see this truce through. "Spread your scent amongst the others and hide the mare and the foal in the center, Vira. We will pull through this difficult time yet."
He looked across the entirety of the herd, nodding slightly when he found the mare and her foal well and truly blocked. As he did that, he couldn't help but notice Prim turning away to graze. The action confused him, as did the slightly hurt look in her eyes. Did something happen? Heidi also moved closer to Forseti and nickered, but then seemed to disappear before anything could happen, making Phantom watch her as she moved toward her father. Was she nervous?
A gentle nicker broke Phantom out of his thoughts to focus on Forseti, who had currently moved closer. At her words, Phantom stayed silent for a moment, not out of anger but just to think it over. As she licked at his coat, he nibbled gently at her forelock, helping to nip out some of the mud that had somehow caked itself into her mane. She spoke of her want to leave, and her preferences, and Phantom nodded quietly, thinking. The Kings were a safe choice, but earls weren't necessarily bad either. Given Forseti's docile nature, Phantom did worry for her, though he did know that she was definitely able to defend herself if necessary.
At the base level, he trusted her, and her ability to suss out what she wanted. Nudging Forseti gently to get her mind off his coat and on his words, Phantom spoke. "Alright. You seem to have a plan, so I think you should go after what you want and need. You have my blessing." His words were accompanied with the stallion rubbing his head reassuringly along her cheeks, letting out soft whurrs of encouragement. "Trust what you believe in. But, if things ever get tough, or if you just want to indulge your nostalgia, you can always come home."
At that, he nudged her playfully, giving her a smile and putting aside the worries in his mind. Forseti had grown become a reliable and steadfast mare, and she would be a valuable addition to any herd. With that said, he stood with her in silence, grooming her mane in turn as he spent some valuable last moments with her.
Unfortunately, it seemed that with the buzz of the herds, no peace really came in extended amounts. Hoofbeats sounded toward them, but given the weight placed behind each sound, Phantom knew it wasn't Eliza nor Signe nor any of the others he was missing. Even Stjerne, whose footsteps sounded the closest, would have said something as she approached.
With a quiet sigh, he turned, aligning his body so it was a barrier between him and whoever approached. It was the quiet mare, Winter. She stopped a few feet away, which made him relax, before calling out to Titan accusingly. Phantom let out an incredulous snort at the tone of her voice.
Who was she, to talk that way when her stallion had just violated the truce for everyone to see? Who could blame them grouping together? When Bjorn had left, both Titan and himself had moved their herds closer to protect Bjorn's herd, and had not harmed a single hair of those who had belonged in Hnitbjorg. It was Bjorn who had seperated his herds from the other two the moment he had come back, it was Bjorn who had made the Alfheim herd back away by full out threatening them, and it was Bjorn who'd brought the mare back that had sprouted his own paranoia! He knew she was the one that had been unsure with Bjorn's actions, and whilst deciding to trust her stallion was fine, suddenly accusing them when her herd was already less than perfect was ironic. Unable to take the hypocrisy, Phantom's ears disappeared into his mane, but he didn't see the point in explaining everything. He was not the one Winter had called out to, after all.
"Perhaps if you looked at the actions of those around you, you wouldn't need an explanation." He said darkly, anger in his tone, though he still gave her a respectful nod and showed no physical signs of aggression. She had stopped respectfully, approached calmly, and even now spoke relatively reasonably, so Phantom saw no reason to escalate anything.
Noticing that the rain was all but stopped, Phantom looked toward Titan. "The rain has stopped. I am waiting for my mares' return. Will you be making your move?" As he did so, he looked toward Heidi, catching her eye and cocking his head questioningly. Would she be joining him?
Northern Quiver
Tagged: Bjorn, Vanir and her twins, Rhae
Mentions: Hnitbjorg herd, Titan
That she was met from suspicion all around did not really surprise Thera. Getting a warning look from Rhae, Thera met the elder mare's eyes and took a step back purposefully, showing the mother that she meant no harm whatsoever toward her young one. Though Thera wasn't enamoured with any foal, she would not bring untoward harm towards such an innocent being.
Bjorn's answer did surprise her, however. At his words, she surmised that he had thought that she was insinuating that his foal was the cause of his unease where she had simply been reminding him of the other reasons to be happy about. However, Thera didn't see the need to explain herself. The way he looked, she doubted he would listen to her explanation, and there was always the chance that he would misconstrue her answer just as badly as he had her question. As such, she simply stared at him for a few seconds, as if taking him in, before she shrugged. "My apologies."
She did not waste any further effort trying to butter up the stallion. It was obvious that it wouldn't work and either way he had to abide her or risk a fight between Titan and himself. As such, when he brushed her off almost immediately, she nodded, accepting that he'd closed the conversation, but not at all accepting his suggestion. Instead, she simply turned and moved toward the source of the sound, quickly overtaken by Bjorn in no time at all.
She fought a smile. Bjorn was full of mysteries but it seemed in this prediction, she had guessed right. As they came across a mare with two fillies, Thera kept her distance, giving the mother a respectful nod. The mother was young and obviously exhausted, and Thera did not want to stress her out with so many so close. As Bjorn spoke, Thera hid a chuckle. She'd seen how sweet he'd been toward his herd, and had seen the palomino trailing just behind him a moment before. Was this how he had gotten the palomino as well?
However, his shift in body language had her startled. For a moment, Thera stared, a little confused, but when it became apparent that he meant to kill the foals, Thera surged forward by his side, kicking out and aiming her back hooves at his chest. "Ironborn, what do you think you are doing? That's a mare you can have in your herd, and fillies are no threat to you!" She said the words in a harsh whisper as she kicked out, not wanting to send Titan running over and spoiling their ploy.
Her heart thrummed in her chest, and Thera frowned, worried. She had thought he was a softy, and perhaps her own time with Titan and being used to how he was around foals had made her soft. Still, when she looked at Bjorn, he still continued advancing, almost as if he was in a trance and had not even been affected by her outburst.
But then, he stopped, staring at the twins. Frowning, Thera stood in front of the brown filly, knowing the darker paint was in a safer position behind her mum. Still, Bjorn's eyes seemed to focus on the darker paint, before muttering incoherently to himself. Thera frowned. Was he insane?
Finally, he seemed to focus on them, speaking of his Gods. Thera felt unease creep down her spine. Who was this horse, that he seemed so greatly unhinged that he required his Gods and his mares by him all the time? How did his moods manage to veer so wildly back and forth? As he addressed her, Thera bit back a comment about how he only stopped ignoring her when he needed her for something, not knowing when he would go insane once more.
Turning back to the mother, Thera took a step away so she wouldn't feel pressured, but made sure her body was a physical barrier Bjorn would have to cross. She wasn't the most sentimental horse out there, but she wasn't going to let others so near someone she did not figure out either. Knowing the mother wouldn't like her touching her foals, Thera instead addressed the mother directly, a gentle smile on her features. Thera knew full well the surge of protectiveness most mothers had for their foals, and she had no want to get a earful, or even bitten by this young mother. "Sorry, dear, that must have been quite a scare. Can you stand? You can call me Thera, will you let me help?"