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Perhaps it is because she did like him initially that his perceived slights sting so badly; heavens knew she'd faced a fair amount of teasing from her plethora of siblings, and no small amount of scoldings from her parents. It's not that she is unfamiliar to being told that she is wrong, only that she has never learned to like it.

The dark stallion narrows his eyes and the painted mare lifts her chin in response as if daring him to say something else. And he does, and she is predictably annoyed, her eyes rolling dramatically as she blew a soft snort through her nostrils, tail snapping in the chilly autumn air. "No, I don't suppose you would." She snapped. "You're just the sort no one wants to listen to when they do talk."

She turned like a child in the midst of a tantrum, fully intending to leave only to whirl back to him, another fight on her tongue. Angry tears prickled hot and heavy at her eyes as she snipped at him, already dangerously close to falling. "What was even the point, huh? Are you like, just trying to make me have a bad day? Cause, like, it was already a bad day and I didn't even need your help."

Because it was a bad day, even before she'd gotten her hopes up and dashed in the same breath. Being here meant she was never going to go home and find her daddy looking for her. Never going to wake up snuggled against her momma's hip, feeling vaguely guilty for how much kicking she'd done through the night. Never going to rush out each spring morning to see if there were any new baby siblings for her to coo over. It was all over. Her whole life, everything she knew and loved, it was all done.

She was the only thing left and she had no idea what to do with that.