Harlequin had underestimated Geneva. Her defiance of the bay mare's claim for queen had not been one as a demand for the title herself. No, Harlequin was much more complicated than that. She wanted a say so in who claimed that role. Well, it was a lie if she were to say the thought of becoming the desert queen was not a bit thrilling but well, the cards had not played out in her favor.

The bruise on her shoulder still smarted where Geneva's teeth had connected. It was not a lasting wound or one that might maim her for life, but it did remind her that she was mortal after all.

Well the old saying was if you can't beat them join them. However that was not the plan that Harlequin came upon this little herd gathering with in mind. She was the desert fire and well, anyone who did know her could never expect anything different. That sly smile upon her lips faltered a bit now. Twin sonars flicker atop her skull at the bay mare's words. Really? Here she was trying to antagonize her and the draft mare's response was to advise Cain she deserved some title of importance. If her mouth could fall to the floor it would have.

For a moment she stares silently at Geneva. Dark auburn eyes giving no hint of any emotions that play through her mind or insight into the thoughts. Cain looks to her too now, his dark eyes searching as though he too knew her nature and wondered if she would play nice. Alabaster tail flicks idly against sleek flanks as paper thin nostrils give a snort. "Fine." The reply is short and to the point. Such is her style.

For now, Geneva won. For now.

Slender legs dance back and forth beneath her, black and white skin rippling under the pressure of the moment that had all eyes on her. A single black dial tilts towards the duo. "Im sure I can find another time to steal him away. " she comments, a sly smile ghosting across ash dusted lips as she blinks teasingly up at Cain before turning her gaze back to Geneva, shoulders rolling beneath her skin. "So, what do you have in mind anyway?"