[ I can't believe your face! ]

[Thoxic]

Yaviél could sometimes not believe her brothers actions, his arrogance about her feelings totally being ignore. Some times he could be all sweet, like a brother should be, telling her to take care of herself, his little princess. And at other moments, he didn't seem to think much more of her than something he could do whatever he wished with. A piece on a game table, ready to be traded away for the smallest piece of glory. Such was her brother. And strangely, she still trusted him. Mostly because he had yet to do anything horrible to her, she was still a part of the herd, THIS herd. She had not been traded away. Yet.

With a slight huff she sniffed at the grass covering the ground, her feathering rustling in the strings of grass around her, along with her long tail. It trailed behind her, melting together with colors of spring, almost summer, looking like cobwebs. The only black part of her was the few flecks around the arch of her neck, making a few bits of her long mane the darkest black, in contrast to her white coat and blue eyes. The only thing that she shared with her brother, that black color. Otherwise they were very different, even in body type. She had inherited her mothers long feathering and light build. She was a warmblood, but a very light, thin type, and she was small to booth, just 14 hands tall. She was almost more hair than horse.
Thinking little of that matter, she nipped at a few strands of grass as she really wasn't hungry, rather bored.

[Hud]

Now that Waleran's morning run was over with, maybe now he could actually get some work done. The stallion's muscles were raring to go after the exercise, sending the king into a moment of elation as he caught sight of his sister. He was feeling especially kind today, not a common characteristic for the black and white stallion to show. Things were going well in his plains. He'd mostly cleaned up what needed to be cleaned, and his herd was steadily growing. Angelus of the desert had promised his daughter to her, surely a perfect match. A perfect desert mother for his perfect plains offspring.

"Yaviel!" Waleran called as he trotted toward his pale sister. "My dear you look so lonely. You must be dying for some brotherly company," he said with a smirk, stopping beside her. He pushed his much larger frame against her frail form in an attempt to nearly knock her over. The plains king was perhaps being a little overly-mischievous with his sister, but who was there to stop him? Yaviel needed to bulk up if she was ever going to make a good mate for any stallion.

[Thoxic]

Yavi threw her head up at the sound of her own name, said with her brothers voice, and she immedietly looked his way. Seeing her much taller, more muscled brother, she didn't know if she would cringe or smile. It was both hate and love, what she held for her brother, so it was indeed hard for her to decide what to do, even if he came and forced his company upon her.
"I guess that you're done with the morning-things to do, if you feel the need to encompany your sister, Waleran."
She said, her mild voice so soothing and calm, she was used to her brothers twists by now, and his attempts to knock her over failed, even though she stumbled for just the frail of a second, before moving her dainty hooves to steady herself. She managed to not step on her own feathering, even though it tangled up amongst the flowers of the meadow.

She didn't at all appreciate her brothers thought about her needing to bulk up, because she knew that she would never be able to do that. She was seven now, as old as Waleran, and she'd always been small and dainty, partly because of her genetics, and partly because she had been sick as a filly, barely beeing able to stand to nurse. It had given her a dropback in the development that other foals her age did during that time, but she had eventually gotten healthier, stronger, and she grew. But she would always be small, small but strong willed, even though her brother didn't care about that even one bit. He did want he wanted despite that.
"You seem happy. What's the ocassion?"
Yavi said, before nudging her own body against her brothers, showing that she indeed held some strenth in that body, and wasn't so frail as it looked, and she nipped at his mane, teasing that it was so much shorter than hers. And it was clearly a more sibiling-way of nipping, it wasn't very loving.

[Hud]

"Oh you know me all too well," he said mockingly, his brows pointed. Waleran sneered as his sister nipped at him. Yaviel was very important to Waleran, but sometimes she annoyed him to all ends. She was a burden from time to time, like all mares. Waleran looked down at her, clearing his throat as he responded: "What's the occasion? Do I need an occasion to pester my own sister? What else are you here for but my own amusement?" Waleran laughed. He knew he was obnoxious around his sister. He didn't care. Waleran had to let that side of him out some time. Who better to be privy to it than Yaviel?

Waleran snorted. He had to do some patrolling today. Summer marked the beginning of a whole new set of intruders. Equines often took it upon themselves to head north when it got too hot, so Waleran could expect stragglers from the south to wander their way up to the plains. His kingdom was mild in temperature most of the year, so it was a preferable biome for many equines, that is, if they fit Waleran's criteria. He would receive his queen soon as well. It was shaping up to be a rather eventful year for the king.

"Angelus' daughter will be joining us soon, dear sister."

[Thoxic]

Yes, she knew her brother too well. He had always pestered her, about the most trivial things, and to just get his frustrations out. He often came to her when he felt the need to be mean to someone, and she hated him for it. She held a strange love and hate for him, because she was such a gentle and loving mare in the first place, so she held a bit of love for everyone, but she knew that she'd loose it for Waleran one day. She'd loose that sibling love, and only feel the hate.
"As always."
She just mumbled, before shaing her head, tossing the abundant of white and black mane around her, and then settling to lay in bundles over her neck. Her whole appearence came from her mother, and it was obvious that she and Waleran hade different genetics, and they shared just a few things here and there. Most didn't think they were related at all, especially not halfsiblings. Destiny could indeed be cruel sometimes.

The words about the daughter of Angelus, made her flicker her ears, before turning the attention away from Waleran, and out over the meadow. She had heard about that deal, even if only briefly, and she felt sorry for the mare. She had already decided that she would help Juno with all her might, support he, because Waleran could be hard to live with, and that young mare was supposed to be their new queen. She felt sorry for her, truly.
"I'm looking forward to see out new queen. Treat her well, brother, I won't let you do to her as you do to me. She doesn't deserve it."
Yaviél hade never been afraid to talk back to Waleran, or challenge his ways of doing things. She was a gentle mare, but a very strong willed one, so if there was something that she wasn't happy with, especially around her brother, she would speak her mind, and stand up against him, hoping that he'd listen at least for a bit.

[Hud]

Waleran sighed, his head lolling back as he rolled his eyes at his sister's response. "Come off it, Yav. You're lucky I keep you here at all," he said with all sincerity. His tone was accusatory; he was clearly offended. Waleran treated his sister precisely the way he wanted to, and that was all the mattered. Mares were nothing. They deserved nothing. All they were for was reproduction - to produce heirs. Yaviel really was of no use at all to Waleran; he kept her around because she was at least another body for his admittedly small herd.

Waleran took a few steps away from his sister, his tail raised higher than normal in an act of superiority. The king snorted as he turned back to look at her. "Juno will have a fine home here." Waleran spoke deliberately, his voice harsh and almost aggressive. "Your job is to help me keep her in line. She's from the desert... I doubt she'll appreciate the change of scenery. Southerners are quite proud of their heritage, as I understand." Waleran's voice tapered. He needed the cooperation of Yaviel. She had a purpose here, for better or for worse. Maybe one day she herself would serve as a good trade... For now, Waleran had promised a son to Angelus in exchange for a new queen.