I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline stood tall in the company of Asp and his ugly wench. The slender muscles underneath her taunt yellow pelt did not quiver, despite the tense cloud that hung over them all. Chocolate-colored eyes narrowed upon the newcomer mare as she spat her nonsense. It was clear she had no real idea what she was talking about, and therefore Evaline saw no reason for her to be talking at all. The spotted mare would be hard-pressed to get a rise out of Evaline, no matter what she said. It was like a servant talking back to a Queen. Whatever she said had no worth to her.
Evaline's stare never leaves that of the stallion. He was the only real threat here, and with Shamwari behind her, Evaline's only real course of action was to get the two of them back to the Prairie unscathed. Dragonmaw was right in some regard, though Evaline would never admit it. Her son was too old to be playing these games and expect his childlike charm to win over every stranger he met. But the boy was naive to the ways of the world, this being the first time he'd ever set foot outside of the Prairie. Perhaps his looming call to the Lagoon would be good for him, after all.
The palomino mare had risen the ranks of several herds in her career. She knew how the game was played and snickered at the uneducated actions of the two standing before them. Sure, she'd met many hardened and grisly stallions, but this one was too young to get away with that. It takes a village to create and maintain a successful herd, and maintaining relations with allies played a significant role in that. Harassing a mare with child was hardly a good way to find an ally on this island. A coy smirk finds its way over Evaline's pink lips as Asp begins to herd what has become clear was his only mare back into the thicket. "That's right. Do what you're told, you simple-minded little thing." Evaline spat after her, stomping a slender hoof against the hard earth below. "We'll be on our way then. And don't worry," Evaline said, her eyes taking a gander around her surroundings. Her smirk dropped into a disgusted scowl. "And there's no need for us to return to such a retched place."
With that, the mare turned to leave, cocking her petite head to one side to keep an eye on the stallion while she nudged Shamwari back down the path in which they came.
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