Roux's sharp green gaze followed the graying stallion as he took his leave without so much as a goodbye, lingering somewhere behind them like a fretful shadow. It seemed so unlike the sort of stallion she expected him to be after he'd returned from some faraway battle battered and bloodied the same day he'd been promoted to second, but Roux didn't really know him. Perhaps he'd only been a weapon that Siren had aimed, rather than a threat all on his own.

"And those reasons were?" Roux asked, unafraid to ask the uncomfortable questions. Now that Rougaru didn't own Paradise anymore, she didn't exactly have a say in it's leadership unless she got a wild hair up his butt and decided to try for it herself. She'd never really possessed that sort of ambition herself, though she knew she would not have turned down the opportunity to be someone's queen.

"It's not enjoyable," she answered honestly, her flaxen tail flicking across her hocks again. "But its not like you're all that much different." She tilted her head, unaware of how vastly different Snapdragon and Siren were at their cores. What she'd experienced of the large draft mare had been markedly similar to what she'd experienced with Snapdragon so far. "Besides, I grew up here, so I guess it's as good a place as any, at least until I find somewhere that actually wants me."

Again, she wielded the bare honesty with bluntness. The pintaloosa mare didn't want her specifically anymore than the draft had, and pretending otherwise was foolishness.

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