Indira calls out for her parents, and for a moment, all is quiet. She is expecting someone to answer her call, so she isn't surprised when hoof beats behind her break the silence. The young mare turns her head, with eager eyes and forward ears. She is about to nicker a greeting, but the sound dies in her throat.

This is not a face she was expecting.

The stallion's body language leaves no question as to his intent. Indira spins on her haunch, and shies away, narrowly escaping his gnashing teeth. She now stands facing him, with her ears laced back, and her eyes flashing a warning. Disturbed water laps at her rear fetlocks as she stands half in the shallows of the oasis.

Defiance has become habit for Indira. She defeated one stallion last week, and she won't hesitate to try again this week. "I don't think so.", she spits through her teeth. If Indira is going to go with this stallion, it's not going to be willingly.

Indira was not wishing for help, but the perlino charging to her aid is not unwelcome. The mare holds steady, allowing Koray to defend her, but she doesn't back away or use him as a shield either. The timid filly of yesteryear is gone. Indira is no delicate desert flower, needing the strong trunk of a nearby stallion to shield her from the winds of ill intent. She has a few battle scars of her own now, and has proven her own strength to herself.

The mare raises a brow at her elder brother. This is perhaps the first direct contact she's had with the once-elusive Koray. First impressions leave Indira shocked, but not unimpressed. He's different from her father, aggressive, blunt, using language she couldn't imagine her father using, but Indira acknowledges his attentiveness and ferocity. It's like he stole the words right out of her mouth. Indira's dark eyes dart back to the intruder. With a hard stare and an aggressive head toss, she drive home Koray's words, Fuck off.