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The moment Velahrn had placed her location, her entire mood shifted. Earlier, she had been fleeing from the uncomfortable feeling of water crashing over her head, of the darkness beneath her dragging her down. Now she fled from the feeling of a spotlight pointed at her scruffy coat, of a million eyes all trained on her when she'd spent the better part of the last decade fleeing from any and everyone apart from Rafe.

The sight of the vaguely familiar red and white mare had her halting in her tracks before she was in danger of colliding, and the fearful anger in her brown eyes solidified into something darker. Her. They had never spoken, but Velahrn remembered her well. She had been the one to best Rafe in an attempt to steal her away from the Badlands to the Hills, and it had only been a lucky combination of her elusive nature and the god's good luck that had kept her from ever having to enter that particular prison.

Why she was acting like Velahrn didn't know her now was beyond her, but the little brown mare wasn't into playing charades. "What do you want?" She snapped, ignoring the pretty words Marceline was using to dress up her intent to insert herself into Vela's life again.

"Go find someone else to bother. I didn't want you the first time you tried, and I certainly haven't changed my mind." She snapped, warily keeping her body out of reach. She had no idea what the spotted mare's current status was, but the last thing she wanted to do was share space with her. Although she understood on some level that Rafe and Marceline had a history, she lacked the context through which to see the animosity. What the striped stallion did with the vast majority of his time had never really been Velahrn's concern so long as the Badlands remained safe and Xafira was taken care of. Marcy had threatened that little scrap of peace she'd found for herself. And despite the fact that it had been years ago, the thing Velahrn was best at was holding grudges.

A bitter snort was her only initial answer to Marceline's final offer and she rolled back on her heels, attempting to cut around the other mare and make a break for the treeline she'd been headed toward.