Bicolored eyes settle on him as he spoke, he had no interest in a crown. Or was it a lie? Her mother had said that if she were to come across the stallions of outside lands to be wary. They were liars, waiting to trap a naive sister in their trap. She circles the pale stallion before she speaks again. "You have no interest in a crown?" She says in mock surprise. What was it that he wanted than? Wasn't that all stallions wanted? To have the largest herd, to leave a legacy? She suspects this Breeder was no different than any other.

Prinsessa, atleast it seems that he has something correct. As he meets her gaze and begins to explain his culture, she can feel her skin shiver at the thought. A Breeder as an equal to a sister? Disgusting. She twists her face as he continues to speak of their culture. Than he continues on. "It seems that you have been fooled into thinking you have an equal partnership. Your mares lead yes?" The words "your mares" fall off of her tongue in distaste. "You chase off the occasional predator? How do you know that mares are not just as capable of chasing off this predator? So if they lead, and mares can protect themselves... Where does that leave you?"

She pauses for just a moment before continuing. "We are stronger than you Breeders know." She ignores his petty comment about her culture needing to change. She knew her ways seemed too confusing for him, but she knew he would come around to the idea. Most Breeders did. They enjoyed the thought of just producing children, no need for them to protect or lead, they had their place. To spread their legacy, isn't this what he wanted anyway?