Being ignored by Rille and having no contact with the rest of his herd was tough, but not nearly as annoying as this paint mare. She thought she was so tough! Paisley snorts and stomps a hoof to warn the female she could retaliate. Of course, she had no intentions of attacking the mare (she didn’t need to know this), but she could pretend all she wanted. One thing Paisley understood was how to dramatize everything. If she could make herself believable maybe this mare would just leave her alone. It seems the feistier she got the more Medusa wanted to push back. The young mare began to show signs of aggression which causes Paisley to take a step back. Her own ears pin back as she snorts.

Medusa voiced her threat which causes her to take another step back, tail between her legs. She already knew what was coming and she knew at this point no one would come to protect her. Not her supposed ‘King’ and not her Knight. It was her fault Ryder wasn’t with her anyway. He would have followed her gladly, but he liked the Prairie so she allowed him to stay there (in her mind it was her ‘allowing’ him). It has been weeks, maybe longer, since she has spoken to Ryder. Perhaps all this isolation was her own fault. Why stay in the Thicket when it wasn’t her favorite place to begin with? Rille spent majority of his time with other females and foals he must have made with them. He was not her King nor her lover.

She screams as Medusa lunges towards her. Paisley doesn’t fight back when the mare’s teeth lightly pinch the skin on her chest. She just squeals and backs away from the mare’s advances. Medusa jumps back, but Paisley does not get any closer to the mare or tries to attack. Instead, she just stares at the paint mare with wide eyes and flaring nostrils. Medusa begins to circle her which Paisley spins to keep her eyes on the mare. Even as she began to grow dizzy, but mare was successful in pushing her towards the sea. ”Alright, alright!” Paisley yells as she has had enough. ”I will go with you just stop biting me!” The mare even lashes her front hooves which causes Paisley to dart forward into the cold water. ”Okay, okay!” She yells again and wades out into sea.

Medusa drives her long ways from Luthien where the sea becomes much colder than she is used to. Paisley instantly hates the place before even arriving on the shore of the Inlet. Medusa guides her to the Inlet’s beach to which Paisley was eager to get out of the dreaded water. She coughs, shakes her body wildly, and begins to instantly complain about her hair being a mess. She was drenched and now freezing! The young draft mare shivers as her eyes catch sight of Medusa coming in behind her.