His mention of already having bragging rights is just to tease her, and she’s sure it’s not malicious, but her smile falters for just a moment before she can catch it. Mazikeen hopes the sting of having lost will fade in time - indeed, the fact that it is just a sting and not an all-consuming rage is actually progress. It shouldn't bother her so much and she is vaguely aware that being so affected by failure is a weakness that will undoubtedly cause her problems.
Here, on this tropical island, after this day, she is able to (mostly) shake off these thoughts and she easily discovers a smile again as she considers Gale's question - and reminds herself that it is okay to have lost to someone who's laughter and presence has ended up bringing her such joy.
A prize for the rematch, though? Her eyes move away from the blue stallion to consider the surroundings, looking for inspiration. But in the near-darkness, her feline eyes cannot discover the answers she seeks and they slide back to Gale’s face before long.
Every idea of a prize that comes to her as she looks him over is embarrassing or ridiculous. Or both.
“Well... if I win, bragging rights is enough for me.” Now it’s her turn to wink, orange eyes dancing as she takes a single step forward. Which, naturally, does nothing to calm her heart. “But as for what prize I could offer you, Gale.” There’s just the slightest pause after she says his name, and again she feels that flicker of fire across her skin. “You’d have to tell me.”
@[Gale]