Nyimara is not caught off guard very often. The Desert Queen expected a more… dramatic reaction than the one the midnight stallion provided.

From the way Helios spoke of him, the silver-haired witch expected fury and rage to blaze behind his ruby eyes or at the very least, some level of lust at the ethereal image she cut against the bland landscape. To see nothing beyond a small level or boredom and indifference was… intriguing.

He blinks lazily at her, a forced huff escaping his whiskered lips as though her intrusion was more of an annoyance than the hindrance she meant it to be. Suddenly, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep the coquettish mask tied tightly in place.

’...seems you’re one to listen to rumors instead of speak…’ he begins, shifting positions to settle her firmly in his gaze as if that was meant to put her ill at ease. He would have to work harder than that. ’...what do you want?’ he finishes, licking his wrinkled lips.

”mmmmm….” she purrs, taking yet another bold step into the space that separates them. Fluted lobes pitch forward amid the wind-tangled mass of her alabaster mane as the coy grin once again ghosts across her ashen maw. ”But had I not listened to rumors then I would not have known anything about my new neighbor correct?...” she teases, pausing a moment to let the emphasis linger on her words as the Cheshire grin disappears into something more akin to a displeasured smirk, ”I did not wake you did I? You still seem half asleep. I could come back another time….” she offers, her honeyed voice trailing as her voidless gaze shifts to glance at the young colt romping in the distance before flitting back to the stallion with a less-than-innocent implication. A single brow rises as her finely dished head tilts toward him expectantly.