fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.
The mare offers some kind of retort, but this receives no reaction from the spotted stallion other than a barely-raised brow. She introduces herself as Bella-Mae, speaks about her mummy issues, a subject the stallion was rather well-acquainted with, although it seems like a lifetime and a half ago that that had all happened; and he felt like it held little to no relevance to who he is today.
The sun is setting, and it is growing markedly colder – but he is in no particular rush to get home. The dusk and the night-time belonged to him, him and all the Taigans, horses who were more claw and fang than they were hoof and etiquette. Of course, they had no set critera for joining – but it certainly seemed to attract the untameable, the wild, the free.
She mentions that she wants to get out of the wind, somewhere safe before nightfall and predator-call, and Romek rolls his shoulders. Not for Taiga, then. He hadn’t really been intending to recruit her anyway, so he felt no real loss or disappointment. He had only joined conversation to ensure that she had a choice in who she left with; but she doesn't seem to appreciate it, or even understand it. He has been polite, always a difficult feat to manage these days for himself, so he decides he now owes her nothing, and that she ought to be getting along home with the stallion who actually wanted her.
”Fancied a laugh.” he replies boredly, tilting his head as she examines herself (because, of course, why wouldn’t she?). Romek doesn’t understand the appeal – she’s brown and white, nothing particularly amazing or notable for Beqanna, but he supposes someone needs to think highly of her – why not herself? Perhaps if she had been a little more polite, a little more courteous, or god forbid, even grateful for Romek or even Heda coming in and giving her a choice in the matter of where she ends up… Perhaps he would’ve minced his words a bit. Perhaps he would’ve sugar coated it, or been nicer.
But no.
He leaves, without fanfare or goodbyes.
Romek