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marzanna tips her pale nose curiously as the painted grullo answers her, time will only tell… she wonders what his interest hinges upon? he has an air of mystery that is vastly different than the other two stallions before her. the golden mare resigns herself to watching their interactions, blue eyes wandering across their features calculatingly. the irritation wafting off the tallest stallion,solomon, who had first approached her, was palpable. it caused a satisfactory tingle of pleasure, knowing how deeply he desired her… it made her feel powerful.

her ears flick curiously, taking in their banter, but she isn’t truly engaged until solomon addresses her again. a sly smile flits to her features as she considers his words… ”my choice? oh dear… i had merely resigned myself to your choice, when we think about it… she glances up at him, batting her white eyelashes with a sultry innocence. she smiles earnestly at his next question… ”but of course i do… when one has an appetite such as mine games are a necessary thing… otherwise sating myself might become dreadfully boring.”

marzanna smiles darkly for a moment but that expression quickly fades. irritation flutters across her features as quickly as a flash of lightening. standard fare? is that all she is worth to him? the blazing heat in her pale blue eyes turns frosty in the span of a single heartbeat.

her attention turns then to the blue roan, dismissively so. she doesn’t follow the first part of his conversation with the smaller stallion, wondering what dark interaction he had taken part in… clearly her “savior” was not so innocent.

when his words turn to focus once again on her she preens, bobbing her head in agreement. ”indeed, it seems i have yet to be persuaded at all…my suitors offer me nothing… nothing i can’t come by of my own accord, that is. she doesn’t let her blue eyes wander to solomon but she wonders how he takes these words. she is somewhat of a vain creature… a proud one. and he had insinuated she deserved nothing special..nothing out of the ordinary? why no…that just wouldn’t do.

as raider leans in to whisper she drinks in the truth to his words. solomon seemed intoxicated by the heady rush of hormones, too concerned with getting what he wanted to give her anything in return except the paltry offer of a home… and bjorn? he seemed content to bask in his mysteriousness at the present..she had plenty of that already, she thought.

marzanna feels raider move away from her, and it is lucky she thinks. action explodes around her as bjorn attacks the roan. boys will be boys. without thinking the golden mare breaks into a trot to leave herself some yards away from the scuffle. she takes pleasure in watching the grullo fight. her pale eyes linger for a moment on the hard bunch of muscle along his neck and the determination in his eye. she realizes then, that the spectacle, hers at least, is over… for now.

marzanna glances quickly at solomon, with an icy challenge in her eye. perhaps next time he would have something better to offer her, she thinks. ” i’ll make my choice another day, i suppose. you boys don’t have too much fun without me…” with this marzanna dips her head and breaks into a brisk trot. she would head north, for now. perhaps there would be more trouble to stir.