It was very obvious, very quickly, that Roux had struck some sort of nerve. No more had she pointed out how similar Siren's Symphony and Snapdragon were on the surface than she was being told just how very wrong she was. Annoyance flickered to life in her emerald eyes, and she felt her neck stiffening as she stared down the new ruler as she voiced her opinions.

"So she was a coward," the silver mare summarized briefly, mildly amused. She hadn't been the slightest bit perturbed by Siren's warmongering as such behavior was normal, from what she had seen. Frey had been passive, to be sure, but her father had not been. There was a reason Rougaru's name had been cursed more often than it had been praised. As far as Roux was concerned, picking fights and thieving and stealing were all part of being a herd leader. It was what made things exciting for them, or at least that was what she assumed.

"Then she must have been good at pretending," Roux scoffed as Snapdragon attempted to apologize for Siren's supposed motives. "She couldn't have been less impressed if I'd been three-legged and blind." Which was why, ultimately, it hadn't been Siren's invitation that had lured her back to Paradise at all but the possibility of seeing her old home again. She huffed a sigh and then considered the pintaloosa mare again, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered her. It was hard to make a full judgment in just a few minutes, but snap judgments were kind of Roux's area of expertise. Snagdragon seemed nice enough, although she seemed to think that her way of life was superior to Siren's simply because she was kinder, and Roux didn't know what to make of that.

"I come from a family that would make Siren's seem like a pacifist." She chuckled, though her eyes remained fixated on the new leader to see what she would make of such knowledge. Rougaru wasn't exactly as well-known as he used to be, but Roux had heard plenty of rumors of Annubis and Loupgaru and Nyimara. Especially Nyimara.

"What makes you think I would be a good friend?" She asked, with a tilt of her aristocratic head.

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