It would be her luck that she would run into the very thing she was trying to avoid. The unusually marked stallion eyes her coolly insinuating she owed him an apology. She would not apologize. It was his fault that he was in her way! She balks from him, her hindquarters bunching. Her ears lay flat to her crown in obvious agitation as she regards him. "You were in my way." She utters simply. Her tail snaps at her haunches as she proceeds to tip toe her way around him. She has no intentions of going home with anyone today. As she begins to walk away, he continues to spite her. Going in the wrong direction... She knew what this meant but she looked at him coyly. "Oh really? And what direction would that be?" She teased. Her mood shift was one for the history books. She snorts, turning her head and continues to walk away from him, her tail flicking him in the barrel as she does. "I have no intentions of going home with anyone." She says. Considering how forward he'd been though, she knows he's not going to just let her leave. She wills herself to keep her face as neutral as possible at the prospect that she very well may have ran into the wrong stallion today. She moves a few more tentative paces away from him but to her dismay, he follows her. This was not what she was expecting. She glares at him a bit more obviously, "I mean it. But he is not threatened by her temper tantrum.
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