The men proved to be quite the eye candy, a rugged handsome type that she'd happily watch work out until the sun set. It was a shame that they opened their mouths, really, she'd preferred to have kept her wet rugged man work out fantasy untainted. Instead, they had painted a great black smudge across it with their talk of them being virgins and referring to Sohalia as a wench. The Guardian wasn't a prude by any stretch of the word, she didn't like poetry and sonnets being sun sweetly into her ears, but neither did she like the idea of herself, or any being named a wench as some unusual endearment.


To the credit of the Edge mare, she hadn't faltered from the moment the men had had their pick of who to flirt with, and instead chose to play instead to Huldra's favor.

Her chiselled face remained neutral despite the urge to roll her eyes, instead an ear tilted toward her herdmate, eager to hear her retort — and this Tiamat's one as well. Neph hadn't exactly expected a fiery vortex being fired in the Stallion's direction, as much as it would of delighted her, but she had wanted something with a bit more of a fire, a sun kissed punch to the throat. Tiamat practically wilted under the virginal term thrown out at the four, and she couldn't help but feel for the mare, she didn't appear to be built like her and the other two were when it came to such advancements.

"Ah, but where is the fun in having only virgins?" She retorted to the stallion who had called himself Ralik, unable to keep the sharp smirk which crept on her face at bay. "I admire a man who thinks he can teach a mare how to fuck, but I wonder, do you really have the stamina for it?" Her eyes slid to each of the mares present, once they had finished giving both Ralik and Tarik an obvious rake of her eyes. Atreus himself wasn't exactly pleased with his bonded for her contribution, his feathered ruffled while an annoyed shriek escaped his sharp beak and she wasn't entirely sure if it was toward the men or her.

The smirk remained even after she fell into silence, to allow the others to tell of their land — and for Sohalia to tell more of theirs. Did they really need three vagabonds like these? She questioned that, but they were not in a position to turn down capable hooves that could work and be active, something she hoped would change so they could pick and choose their new members with a bit more care. For now they would have to play the situation to their advantage.
 
Huldra had found her voice again, and she listened with enthusiasm and amusement. If she had been wanting an equally bashful, slightly embarrassed reaction to get a full house — she'd be disappointed. The emphasized 'fuck' earned her a vivacious laugh from the Guardian, her 'my name is buck and I like to fuck' attitude was something she could get behind, and she had been well and truly set on having bed fellows without the consequences — until that world view had slightly changed with two bouts of being fat and four children later. Bed fellows, oh yes, she'd just be delivering a swift kick to make sure they didn't make her a mother again, whenever she did decide to stop being disillusioned with men in general.
 
"Well, if fighting and getting sweaty is your thing, and I do so like it when a stallion gets all hot," Her attention once more settled on the two stallions with her, an obvious lilt in her voice, "and drinking and having the pick of the boys is your thing, the Dragon's Throat has all of that for you." She purposely forgot that they might have to work for such enjoyment, but who was she to spoil that rosy dream. The Warrioress could only hope that Sohalia would join to add a little bit more fun.




"Speech."