i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Of course Zhenya would demand that she be treated with respect. But would she ask for special treatment, compared to the rest of the mares? Maybe. That all depended on how she felt about them. If there was one she really hated and felt she had to compete against, then yes, she would do everything in her power to make herself seem more important than said mare. But if there was no one that caught her attention or if she just didn't feel like competing, then she was perfectly content to sit back and blend in, as long as she didn't get completely ignored all the time.

Lyden speaks, and Zhenya's dark eyes fixate on him, her thoughts scattering every which way. She offers the pale stallion a polite smile. "Everything." she says simply, her dark eyes sparkling with mischievous light. "Show me it all." She is obviously very eager to see this place she may well end up calling home. She wants to know every inch of the Forest, all its nooks and crannies and little secrets. One would think it is because she is just excited and happy, but we all know Zhenya always has ulterior motives behind every action.

As she waits for Lyden to continue their journey, she speaks again. "So tell me, Lyden, how many mares do you have in your harem, and what should I expect if we run into them? They're not all going to gang up on me, are they?" the buckskin mare chuckles, knowing full well that if they did try to gang up on her, she could probably get a fair distance before they caused any harm.

four. georgian grande. buckskin tobiano [Ee/Aa/nCr/Tb]. pippa