She had been so close, mere inches from that lavish necklace, mere seconds from the feel of gold at her throat. But now...

"Shit shit shi- EEEEP!" The tiny mare shrieked her dissent as the bulky mass of antlered woman advanced on those gods-be-damned long legs of hers, "Stop! I'm sorry! Shit, lady!" Her heart was pounding against her ribs, bashing against the golden bones in a sharp staccato beat. How had she been caught? How had she failed yet again? Her thoughts took a break as she leaped over a fallen sapling - a skip for others that served as a massive lunge for her.

As tiny obsidian hooves struck soil, Ovidius realized too late that she had trapped herself. Breath coming fast, the petite mare turned to face the enraged figure of her would-be victim, liquid gold eyes wide with what she refused to admit was fear. Pressing her backside against the sturdy trunk of a tree, Ovi let the sharp bite of bark against her flanks distract her - if only slightly - from the matter at hoof.

The grey mare was breathing hard, huffing as if she had ran a marathon (and honestly, looking at how far Ovi had made it before trapping her stupid self in this grove, they sort of had done just that) and her lovely Aurelian eyes - so similar to Ovidius' own - were filled with what the tiny lass interpreted as her doom. The next words to spill from the enraged woman's mouth were laced with accusatory venom, a sort of anger that Ovi felt that she was particularly undeserving of. Brows bunching while her lips creased into a grouchy pout, the slim gal jutted her chin out at the larger mare and gave a huff.

"Well I never. Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that as if I were a common thief!" She paused, cocking her head to the side and eyes narrowed in silent conversation with herself as she considered what she had said. "Wait." Her lips pursed for a moment before drawing back into a sheepish smile, "I am a thief, aren't I? Well... whatever. I'm not common by any measure, so let's get that straight." With a stomp of a single hoof - which barely left an indent - Ovidius straightened her stance and looked down her nose at the owner of the necklace.

"I'm Ovidius and I like your stupid pretty dumb shiny necklace."