Young, Pyre isn’t so easily charmed, but she is easy to fluster and make blush. His words cause her cheeks to flush with heat the moment he tries to charm her by her looks, but she isn’t so vain to swoon. Instead, she wants to retort to him that he must be foolish to be so blind to others around him, but he is already stepping around her and moving on to a new game he wants to play. He doesn’t even tell her what he wants to make the deal about, and her ears flick back briefly and then forward again. He’s smiling at least, and has given his name and where they are at. It didn’t seem as if he were trying to keep any secrets. Perhaps he really did just want to get to know the new herd member he’d acquired.


Swallowing down her confusion and pride, Pyre took a few steps after the speckled faced stallion. At least he was handsome, and appeared in a good mood instead of grumpy like her sire was most days. It gave Pyre a bit of hope that she had remained lucky once again. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad either? “My name is Pyre.” She answers. “Daughter of Ra and Cerastes of the Hills on Salem.” The way she says the words and lifts her chin a little, the sabino mare hopes to make herself sound just as important as he had made himself to be. Pyre wanted to be spectacular; being boring was far from that. “What is this deal you want to make?”