Vivienne would have been thrilled to have been thought a victim, at least in this particular scenario. So long as you didn't believe it yourself, being a victim could open up delightedly devious avenues of possibility not accessible when you were believed to be someone's equal. To be thought of as the victim - even though she had come of her own volition, on her own time, and chosen her own location - would have made the slender little nymph giggle with glee.

As it was, she had no idea what the spotted stallion truly thought of her. He looked at her with the right amount of interest and the right amount of appreciation, but he did not rush at her as other more desperate stallions might. In fact, he is quick to assess her and then return his blue eyes to her face, as though Vivi would be offended by a more... thorough examination. At least the question of whether or not he was immune to her wiles had been answered, although the eventual efficacy of her plan was yet to be determined. While arguably less fun, his more civilized nature spoke well of whatever upbringing he was a product of, and it left Vivienne speculating as to how he had been raised.

"I do," she replied with a smile, her tail dancing lightly across her hocks. She could not claim to know Joachim well of course, but between her mother's teachings and her sister's instructions, Vivi knew better than to remain oblivious to the other residents of the island, especially when their existence seemed to be a thorn in the side of another leader. Any conflict had the possibility of becoming dangerous or advantageous, depending on which side you stood on.

"The Desert," she offers quickly in answer to his question, seeing no reason to hold onto that information. Unlike Atlantis, Salem was made of wide-open spaces, and any attempt to hide seemed largely superfluous. "My elder sister, Nyimara, rules there."

Nyimara was hardly old and decrepit, but to the young mare in the flush of her prime, nine seemed very much elder. And Vivienne took no small amount of pleasure in reminding herself and those around her of her youth and beauty, although she was careful not to put things so crassly. Whenever possible, Vivi avoided being obvious when she could. The slow dawn of realization over a companion's face was far more interesting to watch when they arrived at the correct conclusion themselves.

She artfully left a brief pause for him to make any connections he hadn't already made and then flicked her tail again before tilting her head inquisitively. "She keeps sending me out to practice my fighting skills," her tone had dropped to something playfully long-suffering, without enough seriousness for it to really be a complaint. "I noticed you had taken up residence here and I was wondering if-" her gaze dipped down as if shy, and then flicked back up to meet his from beneath a pale golden fringe of lashes "- you might be interested in spending some time with me?"

Rising to her normal posture with a soft, secret smile, Vivienne finished softly, allowing him an out so that if he felt opposed to harming her he had an out. "If it's not too much trouble, of course."