Nova sat on the hay, softly stroking the mare’s mane, humming to her quietly as her newborn foal slept next to her. The opal around her neck swayed back and forth as her hands made their way up and down the white hair the horse proudly boasted. After this morning’s events she was happy to be back in the peaceful folds of the barn, well away from the tension in the castle. She watched as her father shoveled a small bit of oats into the mare’s feeding bowl. He sat down softly beside her.
“You did well, Father. I’m glad to see you handled it without me” she joked to him. Ringo smirked, he reached a hand up to ruffle her chestnut hair. When she returned to the stables, she had filled him in on what happened at breakfast. She hadn’t missed the flash of fear in his eyes when she told him the B
