XIOMARA
She snorted as the mare talked. Her mind focused on a million other things, which included getting rid of this mare. All she wanted was peace and quiet. That short moment had lasted no more than five minutes, and Xiomara was wondering whether or not she was ever going to get a break. Her tail continued to swish from side to side, exaggeratedly, and her left front hoof pawed at the ground every now and then. This conversation was over in her mind and she was simply waiting for this mare to take her leave.
A bitter wench.. an interesting choice of words. Cocking her head to the side, she uttered no words in remarks to the comment. Her interest and patience was waning, and very quickly. Snorting loudly as the mare tried to put her down. Xiomara did not care about her looks. Not even one bit. She knew that her beauty wasn't outstanding but she had been involved in a fight or two regarding her ownership. She had won both fights and proved that neither stallion was worthy of leading her.
She had no problem submitting... when the stallion or mare proved themselves worthy. Being to prideful to admit defeat would only get a horse killed. As the mare took off into the sky, Xiomara mulled over her words. A place full of ice.. how wonderfully delightful it sounded. She must make an effort to visit there at some point. But for now her main priority was finding a small stream or creek to drink from and then resting with one eye open.
Cold Soothes All Wounds