Falls

At first, the small pony mare was far too irritated to be contrite. Her petite ears did not lift from their bed of flaxen mane, and she made no move to go closer to him. From her perspective, he was just another brutish oaf like Liland or Rougaru. Another man hyped up on his own importance and determined to bully his way into and through her life, regardless of her own wants or desires. Only the shyness at the end of his approach hinted at something different, and Grier wasn't sure that she wanted to believe him.

What did it, was the way that he somehow shrank into himself when he looked at her, as if she was the one in the wrong here. It made her lips crinkle into a defensive sneer, even as she ducked her gaze away from him in a shame she couldn't even begin to understand. He had raced up on her and nearly ran her over. He had ruined her day, not the other day around. All she'd done was give him a piece of her mind so that he well and truly understood how frustrated she was.

Grier's molars ground together as she debated what to do, but she was jerked from her thoughts by the low growl of his words, their tone rough but not mean. One petite ear unburies itself from her poll as she eyes his suspiciously, still not entirely sure that she wants to believe him. In her experience, men were mercurial and she wouldn't put it past him to be putting on some sort of show to get her to relax her guard. She watches silently, her pale lips pressed into a frown as he speaks again, explaining that it was a mistake.

A disgruntled huff escaped her as he turned away, radiating what felt like an embarrassment. Great, now she felt like the asshole. Muttering a curse that had no translation and was muffled by the falling snow anyway, she reoriented to face his retreating form and lifted her head. "S'all right," she groused, her tone quiet and not entirely friendly, but certainly less harsh than it had been a moment ago. "Ye dinna hit me after all."

Her tail lashed irritably across her haunches as she eyed the back of his figure and she cleared her throat, unsure if he was going to keep moving away or not. Not that Grier would like to admit it, but months of solitude - self-imposed though they were - had left her with a distinct feeling of loneliness. "Why'd ye come running at me anyway then?"