She peels off like a streak of pale lightning until she is at the edges of the lapping water, disrupted only by her splashing knee deep and the winds that had been pressing in from across it towards her. Admittedly, the former succeeded in reducing notice of the latter - but what mattered was a parched mouth soothed and being severely careful not to overfill her system over such relief as water offered.

She likes the cool against her legs, his own arrival not far behind her punctuated by his cloying suggestion that his question was no longer of interest. Only, why did he chase if he weren’t interested? She lifts her head, scenting the desert dunes for any inkling that he’d be so bereft of company that it might instigate him to follow her out of sheer loneliness or the oncoming of fall -- there was no such thing to be noticed. Mares roamed here, even four stallions had come to this wateringhole.

She flicks her attention to him out of the corner of one eye. "I suppose not," she says idly, "which is a shame, since you would have won our wager." She snaps her tail at him, wading a step or two out of his range as he ventured further in. The measure of her gaze is one of amusement at his testing her, though there is little enough there for him to guess her as amused with his game as she might be for his intellect in trying to play it with her. "I pay my debts when my debts are requested of me."

She stands there, as good as hands on her hips, chin upturned, eyebrow raised. She stands facing him dead on, not even giving an inch to extend her muzzle despite the wriggling urge to. He was handsome, he was fast, he was freer than she had ever been on any track and drank cleaner wind than she had ever tasted.