Though his ears tipped back at her subsequent threat and clear dismissal, Ramiel did not pin them. His dark blue eyes were somewhat harder than they normally wore as he studied the largely pregnant mare, but already his mind was wandering. What had her so enraged? He knew it couldn’t be him personally, as they were nothing more than strangers. Ramiel thought quietly around the situation and focused more pointedly on her. A lone, heavily pregnant mare angrily storming around must have her reasons, and Ramiel felt they were ones he would never understand himself.

Perhaps he should step away from her and let her carry on her irritable journey.

Who are you anyway? Another of the silver witch’s play toys trying his luck at mounting the world with her?

Disgust flickered across Ramiel’s face and his long white tail gave a few firm, irritable snaps at his spotted hind. “No, I am most definitely not that, or trying that.” He couldn’t have been further from the sort to try and take over anything, much less the world. But was he one of her play toys? Though she seemed occupied enough to have left Ramiel to his own company, the Dunes queen had snatched him away from the Prairie and was holding him captive here. Still, the thought of being anyone’s toy, particularly a mare he had no interest in, unsettled him.

This was, of course, likely due to Ramiel’s unnatural way of viewing partnership with any mare.

“I’m Ramiel.” He answered, though he knew he didn’t have to, given that she hadn’t bothered introducing herself. She turned the questions back on him and he could have put down a firm hoof and demanded she tell him first, but Ramiel didn’t. He wasn’t the sort. For a brief moment he mentally danced around how to explain that he was a captive, but not give her any satisfaction of once again confirming he was Nyimara’s toy.

In the end, the only thing he felt he had to offer was the truth. “I am from the Prairie, but am currently being held here.” Against his will? Not really. He hadn’t once tried to escape. Plus, the thought of fighting a pregnant mare for his freedom felt… cheap. He would much rather wait until the silver-haired queen had her foal of the season before he acted aggressively toward her. Another reason why he was still captive here. Too good a man in the end, similar to his father.

He tipped his head inland, offering her the out and a way away from him. “Go ahead and go wherever you are headed. I’ll make sure to stay out of your way.” It had been foolish of him to interrogate a stranger here anyways, it wasn’t his place. Plus, there was the fact that he felt a mare as heavily pregnant as the one in front of him couldn’t be here to cause any trouble. Nyimara and the company she kept were capable of driving away a nuisance or trouble to their herd; this wasn’t his place.

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