Grey legs begin to carry her away, but it would seem the painted stallion was not having it. She snorts as he comes to stand at her side, her movements slowing just to hear what he had to say next. Seems he was curious about Salem and the information she had to give. Too bad he didn't have the a bit of interesting information to give back.

Though, maybe, he did. Prior he had only been playing along to talk to an unknown female in his home. Whereever this dump was. Perhaps now he would actually tell her something she needed to hear. Get rid of all that unnecessary flirting and get right down to business. He then says he was honored to meet a princess. Dark lashes flutter as her gaze shifts to him

"You should be," she replies confidently with a flick of her tail. "Momma controls everything that happens on the island." She wasn't about to tell him the true story. That momma was only trying to become the Monarch of Salem. In her mind her momma might as well have it. She was beautiful, powerful, and an experienced leader. All those things combined with loyal subjects made her worthy of owning an entire island.

So as far as this stallion was concerned he was staring at the very princess of Salem. Still, she does not plan to stick around and chit chat any longer. He had nothing of interest for her so she quickens her pace, allowing some distance to fall between them.

Natyre, the name stops her instantly. She whirls around to face him as he stares at her for a reaction. Of course she has fallen right into his trap and given him one. But Natyre was the very reason she was here. "Is she here?" She questions with a step towards him. "Have you stolen her away? You seem like a stallion who would take things that doesn't belong to him." Her eyes narrow as she steps closer again.

She was ready to fight him if need be. She may have never tangled with a stallion before, or even had a real fight, but she was ready.