Even if she could have a peaceful daydream, she knew well that all was not ok just yet. The thought that this stallion had stood up to the lagoon king still plagued her mind, and had her thinking of if the brute was simply an ignorant idiot or was something the swamp beast feared which made him release his hold on her. She knew it would take a lot for Thane to simply give up. She wasn't out of the woods yet. Hearing the sand shifting nearby, not with the wind for their was no calming breeze today, she knew it was the oh great beast of paradise. She held back a snort. Peering out from under dark lashes, she glanced over at the palomino roan, his color almost stunning her at first, before she remembered why she was here and where she had come from. She was so not going down that road again with the boys with flashy coats. She began with Styrke, and it would end with him only.

Giving a snort at his comment, she stepped away from the shades cast by the tall palm, "I wouldn't be so used if Thane had held a firmer grip on his men," she shrugged, wasn't exactly her fault. She wasn't the type of gal to freely flaunt herself, or allow a guy to chase her tail. Floyd had been angry, and she was there at the wrong time. "Beggars can't be choosers, you take what you get" she chuckles tossing her head up in amusement, before glancing away from him and out at the calm seas. The clouds above that seemed so white would soon turn gray as an approaching storm would eventually land on the calm shores. Only then would she leave, to hide away, but with clear skies she had no reason to run just yet.

"Tell me Rade," she begins, her weight shifting as her foal tossed and turned in her belly," What drove you to challenge Thane? Surely you know you have not gotten away so easily without punishment." She looks to him now, brown eyes staring him down almost. At one point in time, she'd find it amusing to have a stare down with a stallion, for she was once very sweet and innocent, a babe stolen from her mother. She used to run at the sight of a male, but now, the lagoon had been cruel and it always had its way of changing those within it.

She snorted, ears flicking backwards, but not laying flat as of yet. "I'm guessing none of that matters, but answer if you wish. Actions speak louder than words, and I'll see what is to come of you." In others words, we'll see if you are truly a fool or brute who knows how to handle himself. With that said, she promptly turns away from him, head lowering to the sparse dune grasses that grew around the palms.