Harlequin was not done. Not by a long shot. She had fought valiantly against Geneva but the drafty brown mare was much hardier than she had expected. It had been thrilling, feeling the adrenaline surging through her veins. She had never felt the need to fight, never considered the purpose of battles until the day she stepped up to challenge Geneva's claim as queen. It was not necessarily that she wanted to be queen herself but well, she hated the idea of another mare trying to make commands of her or lord over her. She had enough of that with Cain.

This time, she was not the victor... but there would be a next time to be sure.

A defiant snort blasts from her lungs, sending a fine layer of dust flying from the back of her black and white figure. Ears fall backwards in displeasure but she does not hide away on the outskirts like some battered hound. Instead dark eyes gleam in the bright sunlight as she navigates her lithe figure forward. A mischevious smile ghosts across her lips as she presses her sleek figure against Cain's side, brushing her body enticingly against his. She may have won the battle but she was going to be damn sure Geneva remembered she was not the sole victor today. A devious smirk tugs her lips now as she glances past Cain to Geneva. "That was fun. We absolutely MUST do it again." she murmurs, the words smooth in delivery. Attention shifts to Cain now as she flicks him lightly with the ends of her long tail, stretching forward she tugs at a straying strand of his thick mane. "Don't worry about her. I'm sure she has plenty to keep her occupied. Shall we take a walk?" she breaths, the heavy flavors of her heat lingering between them. She may not have won as his queen but at least she would win his attention.