This would all be easier if Zoya were a Heartrender. Slowing their hearts until they were in a state of calm would allow them to approach and loop rope around their necks. It'd even let them guide them back to the castle.
But Zoya isn't a Heartrender. She's not made for the subtle art of lowering a heart rate. She likes to make them race and pound. She's hail against window panes. A storm will only frighten and stress the horses out.
She groans when Wilhelm and Kell prove to be utterly useless. (That's not fair, is it? They'd both proven to be quite useful since her arrival here, but Zoya isn't one to give out compliments so freely, not even in her head.)
"Idiots," she mutters. Looking at Nikolai with a displeased look, she holds up her hands and acts on instinct.
She creates a soft wind, wishing to bring about a sense of calm across the grounds. If she can prevent the horses from galloping away with an invisible wall and encourage them back to where Kell and Wilhelm are, then they have a better chance of success. The grass blades sweep to her liking, fluttering in the wind. The horses appear to be about to flee, but a few whinny and pull onto their hind legs as they approach the wall of wind, their manes fluttering, and they turn around to gallop back. Some head right, some left.
"I'm going to try and box them in," she says. The wind doesn't follow its natural progression as it should; one comes from the north, another from the south. It requires a level of control that Zoya's fortunate enough to have. She starts to create a box with Wilhelm and Kell inside. "But a soft wind can still be broken through." Nikolai surely will know what to do next.
recovered from my shock and horror
But Zoya isn't a Heartrender. She's not made for the subtle art of lowering a heart rate. She likes to make them race and pound. She's hail against window panes. A storm will only frighten and stress the horses out.
She groans when Wilhelm and Kell prove to be utterly useless. (That's not fair, is it? They'd both proven to be quite useful since her arrival here, but Zoya isn't one to give out compliments so freely, not even in her head.)
"Idiots," she mutters. Looking at Nikolai with a displeased look, she holds up her hands and acts on instinct.
She creates a soft wind, wishing to bring about a sense of calm across the grounds. If she can prevent the horses from galloping away with an invisible wall and encourage them back to where Kell and Wilhelm are, then they have a better chance of success. The grass blades sweep to her liking, fluttering in the wind. The horses appear to be about to flee, but a few whinny and pull onto their hind legs as they approach the wall of wind, their manes fluttering, and they turn around to gallop back. Some head right, some left.
"I'm going to try and box them in," she says. The wind doesn't follow its natural progression as it should; one comes from the north, another from the south. It requires a level of control that Zoya's fortunate enough to have. She starts to create a box with Wilhelm and Kell inside. "But a soft wind can still be broken through." Nikolai surely will know what to do next.