Warduna should have felt guilty for almost hitting the stallion with her rock. Maybe if she did not have quite so much on her mind, she might have even apologized or at least given it a good try. However all things considered, his reaction serves to only heighten her already vexing emotions. She watches as the stallion jerks a few steps away and flicks his alabaster tail in agitation. The thin press of her lips tightens as he turns his pale head towards her with dark eyes expectant as though he were waiting for an explanation or apology or something.



He starts stuttering and the uncertainty in his voice as he begins to stammer out an apology would normally have left her puffing out her own chest proudly, however today it only serves to aggravate her even more. Damn him. Couldn’t he see it was actually her fault? As if the very thought seemed to have crossed into his own mind, the apology dies away on the stallion’s lips and instead turns to questions and interrogative words. ’I don't recognize you from the Dune’s herd….’ the words sting more than they should have but instead of reeling back at the rake of his claws, Warduna takes a step forward, her pink lips peeling back to bare her ivory teeth at him in irritation. Mahogany ears disappear beneath the thick curling roots of her silver white mane. She has no business scaring him, she knows this. Especially since he was a member of the Dunes herd apparently and she was not. She was just Nyimara’s daughter. A daughter who wanted to make a name for herself instead of relying on mother’s notoriety to coast through life. This stallion, this charmingly handsome, frustrating stallion, was making that resolution a hard one to keep. More than anything else, she wanted to throw the weight of those words onto his shoulders and see just how quickly he backtracked just to keep himself safe from the potential wrath of her dam.



He does not flinch at her warning and instead jerks his muzzle towards where the rock ricocheted too. Absently, Warduna followed his gaze but instead found nothing. The rock long lost amid the sand and red clay dirt of the Dune landscape. Innocent bystander? That thought caused her to laugh. Nyimara never kept innocent bystanders close at hand. Pale silver blue eyes turn back to the stallion and exhales a sharp snort. ”Why should I care?” she snarls, flicking her long tail and giving her proud head a toss, ”Sounds more like a personal problem to me. You should watch where YOU are walking…” she murmurs before a malicious smile turns her lips upwards, ”Next time I might not miss.’ she purrs, a mischievous chuckle rumbling from her lungs.



It was rude of her, but Warduna did not care. Instead of responding to the stallion’s question as to who she was, the petite mare ignores it and instead launches into her own interrogations. ”Who are you anyway? Another of the silver witch’s play toys trying his luck at mounting the world with her?”

WARDUNA

If I had a heart, I could love you;