this idiot won’t buzz off, the dark mare muses. she gets it. she’s hot stuff. those mismatched eyes do things to men that lesser females only dream of achieving. but this was not the time, nor the place. this fool was only serving as an unfortunate reminder of Him and it was really starting to irritate her. but obviously anyone who lost “his” grass when surrounded by a lush meadow full of it, wasn’t the smartest. she’d have to spell it out for him. she notes the resistance he tries to put up at her touch and as distasteful as it feels touching someone other than Him, she takes note. he enjoys it and can barely hide that satisfaction. she could use that to her advantage perhaps. feisty? he has no idea. dredge stares at him, deadpan, and rolls her eyes at his comments. his flattery falls on deaf ears, which have nestled their way back into the tangle of black mane. her voice is no longer honey sweet when she speaks again but she manages to sound barely civil at least. i’m no stranger to dirty work. but if you’ve extracted it before then i gather you’ll manage it again by yourself. she lowers her head back to the ground, to continue stealing his grass, nonchalantly enjoying the fresh green mouthfuls, and ignoring his presence for the moment. she had a feeling that would bother him the most. when a few awkward moments have passed her head pops up, eyes wide with false thoughtfulness and she speaks again. i was thinking, because you don’t seem very bright, i’d give you a hint about a wonderful patch of grass you might have all to yourself. it’s just there, by the beach….away from me. if you put your nose under water and hold it there long enough, you’ll find it in no time… by the time the words leave her lips she wants to curse herself. she had told herself to avoid subtlety but here again she hasn’t told him anything plainly… clearly if he couldn’t take a hint before, he wasn’t likely to go drown himself like she’d just recommended. before she drops her eyes back to the grass, she looks closely at him, judging just how much heat he would take before giving up on her. it would happen sooner or later, she knew. she was like a wounded animal, biting anyone who came close enough to risk it. |