"You'd be right at home there, then." She says with a hubristic smirk. "I'm sure they'd love to have you." Zhenya is sure this girl's needs could be fulfilled just as well in the Peak. Or on another Island. Anywhere but the Lagoon, really. She becomes increasingly more annoyed as the spotted mare speaks, her tone grating against Zhenya's nerves until she feels she might just snap. But she doesn't. No, she stays calm and collected, staring down her rival with all the attitude she can muster.

"You think you can survive here, do you?" She sneers at the arrogant filly in front of her. "I'd love to see you try, sweetheart." She takes a step forward just as the shorter mare does, shortening the distance between them. She looks down on the girl with dark eyes full of spite. "The men here would take advantage of you in a second. They'd mar that pretty little hide of yours with their teeth. Plant their seed inside you over and over again whether you want it or not." She says, her voice hard and icy. "You'd be completely defenseless against the men that live here. You probably don't even know how to fight." Zhenya finds herself rather enjoying the thought of watching the filly struggle as they close in on her, their intentions clear. "You are only good for one thing here, darling, and that's making children. And need I remind you that it's the middle of breeding season? I'm sure your ripe little body will attract every stallion within miles." She can't help but chuckle to herself at that.

Flipping her forelock out of her face, Zhenya stares down the spotted mare. "Now, let me give you some advice, madam," She spits the word back at her, "you think you're playing the game here, don't you? That you have your goal in mind and nothing is going to stop you, is that right?" She takes one step closer. "I used to be just like you when I was your age, and let me tell you, you're going about it all wrong. You probably haven't got the faintest idea what you're really doing. You probably just figured you'd march in here, make a few demands and they'd give you what you want. But that's not how it works in the Lagoon. Here, you answer to them, not the other way around." Zhenya flicks a pest away from her haunches, ears laid flat as she lectures the younger girl. "Besides, you can't have everything handed to you. If you want something, you'll have to earn it. Take it to the battlefield, if you must. And don't you know? You can't stay here without giving something in return." Dark eyes roll in their sockets. This girl - whatever her name was (obviously not important enough to warrant asking) - was foolish and inexperienced in the ways of manipulation. If she hadn't been so overconfident, perhaps Zhenya would have taken her under her wing, taught her a thing or two. But the chances of that happening now were highly unlikely. She hated cockiness in anyone except herself.

The painted buckskin takes another step further, staring down her nose at the shorter girl. She lays her ears flat against her neck, her lip curling up into a disgusted sneer. "Now, if I were you, I'd be getting along, little girl. Unless you'd rather I make your presence known to the men, and then we can see just how haughty you can be when they're having their way with you." She smirks in that bitchy way of hers, the gleam in her eyes one of self-satisfaction. She would just love to see this little girl try to defend herself against the likes of Fallo or Ceolwulf. Even Felony would be able to easily overtake her. It surely would be a laughable sight.