Despite her initial displeasure at being sent to a land far contrast from her own homelands, Harlequin was finding it hard to ignore the beauty in the lands that stretched before her. Though there were no thickly trunked towering cedar and fir, the trees that grew here were beautiful in their short stature. Here and there tall palms offered shelter beneath think waving leaves and the sickly sweet scent of rotting fruits gave away promise of sweet treats to be found. Unlike the rolling land of sand she imagined, the deserts here provided a wide array of landscapes from rocky cliff sides to thick tufts of green grasses around the slow moving river.

Slender legs carry her towards this water source now, hooves prancing high beneath her lithe frame. Cool water splashes around her fetlocks as she frolics into the muddy brown waters. Regardless of how distracting the strange landscape is to her now, his words do not fall on deaf ears. A coy grin slides across her dark lips as he comments on making her enemies his own. A hearty snort slides free as she turns her dark gaze to meet his own, a single brow rising, "And what if I proclaim one of your own my enemy? Does that offer still stand?" she asks, an impish giggle upon her breath as she lowers her lips to drink deeply of the surprisingly cool waters. It was not the ice cold waters of Tinuvel, but the waters that ran through the desert were refreshing enough. She stills a moment, silence enveloping them as she finishes her drink and like the youthful girl she was hoped onto the sandy shores. He remarks that he doubted any could make her do anything and to this Harlequin cannot help the sudden rise of self pride that brings her dainty crown up a notch. "I suppose that is true to a degree... though you were persistent enough."

As her teeth graze his skin, the rumble that grows from within his breast is intriguing. Small ears flicker amid the tangle of salt and pepper locks as dark eyes fall upon his thickset features. He was a handsome thing, built more like her father than she first imagined. Soljor had been a force to be reckoned with upon the islands and he had not been quickly lost to the sands of time. Though it was still early to tell, Harlequin imagined that the same fate might fall upon Cain. He was perhaps more stubborn, more hotheaded but persistent nonetheless. He speaks again, his words a veiled promise and despite herself Harlequin finds herself growing hot at the idea. "Careful your words Cain, you might find yourself the bearer of more scars and nothing to show for them." she taunts, ivory teeth giving his thick hide a final tug, digging in a bit deeper for the hell of it. He nips at her flank and proud head is given a toss, hind legs dance beneath her, kicking out at him with lackluster interest. Ears bury themselves beneath the thick curls of her mane for a mere moment before lifting once more, thick plume flicking audibly against his chest. She was not quite sure whether he simply saw her defiance as another conquest to add to his growing collection of mares or if there was indeed a spark of attraction that lay beyond the obsession of a pretty face. Regardless she was determined not to make it easy, at least not yet. She had gone this long with no foals to swell her belly and despite the urge she was determined to keep it that way as long as she could. "I guess we will see there silver tongue." she taunts, a mischievous laugh upon her lips.