She wouldn’t tell him this now, but if the day had been cooler she may have consented. That one didn’t seem like he would be one to force a girl, and maybe she respected that. That would be if she had a shread of respect in her body. That would be if the girl didn’t have a disdainful cord that struck deep inside her gut, twisting like a knife. I’m sorry, a little dramatic for you? Yeah, she probably was.

The woman shifted her weight, watching Encantador through eyes that were trying to find a reason to go. In all honesty, she was here and she didn’t have the will to move on. Still, if he gave her enough of a reason she’d become another drifter on the wind all over again.

She wouldn’t let him win.

”You’re as much of a child as I am, and that might be saying something.” The mare returns his venom, reaching to scratch at a bit of mud that wasn’t knocked free by her swim and happened to be reforming. She soon finds herself unable to reach the spot, a heavy stomp falling in the water. Clearly, Asphyxia is irritated by more than just the creamy stallion before her. In all honesty, Canta might be the least of her problems. The heat of the day and the salt of the ocean were starting to get to her head. The champagne was beginning to find herself sloppy. God damn it.

”I’m here because you left an invitation. Don’t think it rude of me for accepting.” The mare lowers her nose to the water and blows, effectively spraying her face and quite probably Encantador’s chest. She can’t find herself mildly fascinated. Must just be the heat.