Harlequin had not forgotten their dance, for that was what her relationship with Cain was.... a dance. She had thrown him off last autumn, danced beyond his reach and left him trailing in her wake. He had plenty of other mares to keep him busy, Geneva and Vihaan had carried and borne him healthy foals. She had not had any interest in becoming a mother, even now she still was not sure she would fit smoothly into the role. Cut Up Angel had not exactly been the most affectionate of mothers. Did nursed her children and provided guidance and encouragement however her relationship with mother had been far different from the relationships she observed within the herd.

Though she had always found herself lingering around the outskirts of the herd, Harlequin was ever observant. She did not miss how happy each mare appeared, swollen with child. She did not miss the adoration in Cain's eyes as he came upon each with a tender embrace, ever watchful and ever concerned. To say that she had not felt a bit jealous was a lie.

But no more.

Cain. His musky scent floods her nostrils and draws her away from her thoughts of distant images. Dark eyes follow his muscular form as he navigates down the desert slopes to where she stood in the shallow waters. Droplets of water dribble from her small teacup muzzle as she watched him, a hunger burning deep within her loins. Ears twitch atop her skull as she snorts loudly, thick plume flicking audible against sleek black and white haunches. "Cain...." she purrs, his name falling smoothly from her lips. Lithe limbs dance beneath her as she circles him now, her sultry form inches from his own. "It's still not Tinuvel, but it has quite grown on me... a bit like you." she teases, snaking her sleek arching neck forward to tug affectionately at his thick, wind knotted tail. Yes, she had made her decision. This year... this year she would give motherhood a shot. She would let him take her beneath him... she would give him a foal of her own. This year.... but he would have to earn it first.