Are you bi-polar? Phae wondered as her flirtatious efforts were squashed by the sight of Tio galloping past her. She felt annoyed; she wasn't here to be a tour-guide to a crazy-ass stallion, especially if he was no longer interesting. Not that his random tantrum wasn't interesting in its own way, it was just wasn't interested to her. Impatiently, she continued walking, even as Tio slide to a halt, and paced around the crater.

As he returned to her, lashing out at a dead tree with his hind legs, Phae tossed her head uninterestedly, shrugging and following along. She had picked up the the tone in his voice, but had ignored it. The sooner this is over, the better she thought, forcing herself to be diplomatic. Startled as he stopped mid-stride, her sea-green gaze washed over him curiously. Were you sending me signals that you're in heat, or was I imagining things?" With a silvery laugh, Phae brushed past him. "Sugar, if you can't even pick up on a few pheromones, how the hell are you going to run a herd?" She replied dryly as she continued to walk without him.

Her enchantment with Tio was wavering. If he wanted to be crazy, and fight with the ghosts of his past, as he appeared to be doing, that was fine with her. But as her patience waned, her duty to the Grey in terms of watching this stallion, seemed less and less important. Realistically, when she returned to Ktu and Phi to tell them what she knew, how much more could they ask of her? If he meant to go the the Veins, was she required to wait and see what the verdict of the God's was? Or could she simply leave him there? Phae was a skilled player when it came to manipulation and the subtle art of sex, but Tio was beginning to grate on her unpleasantly. He had criticized her, complimented her, said he wanted to find a way to share the skies with her, run off on her and now, it felt like he was demanding that she continue to accompany him.

Flicking her tail, she took a breath, forcing herself to eliminate these thoughts from her mind. It's a game… her mind reminded her, play it. Whatever was stirring in Tio's mind, Phae wanted him to be rid of it. "So sugar, what will you call yourself, when you've got your own herd? Lord? King? Sultan?" She purred at him, hoping that considering a possible title for himself, would re-focus his attention away from whatever thoughts were plaguing him.