[private] until the night turns

[Mazikeen]

m a z i k e e n . Mazikeen is not focusing on keeping the connection between her mind and Gale’s open but at this proximity she would rather have to focus on keeping it closed. The occasional thought drifts to her from him without her seeking them out. She doesn’t bother to hide her surprise at the news that the Curse, or Gale, were banished from the North. She hadn’t any idea about that, and from what she could sense of Gale’s thoughts, this wasn’t a piece of information he had hid from her on purpose. A comment is on the tip of her tongue, taunting Nashua with the memory of how he had welcomed Gale to the north once - how it had not been an issue then, even though she and Gale had both known he was Cursed when they crossed over the border. It is only held as she reminds herself what role she is trying to play. Mazikeen attempts a reassuring smile when Gale mentions that she’s grown fond of Bolder, her red-orange gaze shifting between Nashua and Noel. Does it bother the white mare, how Nashua angles himself to be in front of her? It annoys Mazikeen on her behalf. But, then, this was also the mare who hadn’t barged in here that first night to get her son back and had waited this long. Maybe there is no fire in her. “I told you there was nothing wrong with Bolder being able to shift.” She tells Nashua, an edge to her voice reminiscent of when they had last spoken here in Hyaline and she had grown annoyed with him for how he treated his son over his abilities. There had been no point in him fearing the Curse might be alive in his son because it had already been inhabiting the stallion standing beside her. Does he see that now, what she had not told him about Gale? How she had known even then? But she doesn’t look at Nashua long enough to see if he gets the point - her gaze shifting to Noel, wondering what sort of mother she was. Did she know of her son’s abilities? Or does she only care because he had been taken? Mazikeen’s voice is polite even though there is no missing the barbs the words carry despite the friendly tone. “He’s very talented at it, it’s a pity he was taught to be so ashamed of what he could do for so long. I’ve been trying to help him, continuing the lessons no one had time to bring him here for.”

 

@Noel