Sicily was grinning in amusement as she watched Valentine slowly come to her and while she wanted to bolt so he would give chase she held her ground, letting him come nearer; it was only fair he'd get a turn. He lunged, and she didn't react in time, his teeth grabbing at her thick mane and making her squeal as he tugs and she tries to move in the opposite direction to free himself. Losing a few long hairs was no big deal to her but she she gave him a playful glare anyway.

To retaliate she charges forward before he can move, her chest pressing into his shoulder as her neck and head move around to grab a hold of his own mane; no doubt they would look like a pair of squabbling foals to anyone that decided to watch. She tugs at his hair and then bolts away with a laugh, though keeping her speed down to where she knew he could easily catch her, which is what she wanted.

Now this was the life she had always wanted but feared because of her father and later Rade. She had feared one of them would come and take it all away, just because of her blood which would forever be tied to the lagoon. Sicily didn't know why it was so important of her to be there with all those men, and was glad she never found out. Now Thane and hopefully Rade as well were gone and she could breath for the first time. It was a nice feeling; though just because she was giving into her playful nature didn't mean she would stop being all strict and demanding.