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“The weather isn't much to fret over. Let’s not leave when the fun is only beginning,” he put forward through a sick, off-putting smile. She fidgeted uncertainly beneath its presence, though still the young mare was not alerted to any foul-intentions lingering behind the stallion’s green-eyed stare. He laughed then too, and Africa’s nose screwed with distaste as the grotesque sound carried through the rain as it continued to bucket down around them. Reaching to tease her with a swift, almost-brush of his whiskered black lips, the stallion recaptured her straying attention before turning from her. Quietly, and with some reserve, Africa watched him re-enter the stream. The water’s furious rush had not eased at all, and she worried as he paused within its rough, callous drag that he might be swept away from her.
“No wait!” She blurted, dancing forward as though it might reel him back onto the embankment, and the safety of (waterlogged) solid land. “You’re right, I agree.” Quickly she spat the words to appease him, willing him from his watery grave and back into her comfortable company. “We can take the prisoner back later.” Africa passed a stern glance back to make certain her captive flower was still pinned beneath its rock- and it was, still quite secure. Resigning to his manipulative manner, the grey mare chuckled softly, amused, and insisted conclusively that he come back out with a sharp luring gesture. “What would you like to do? Walk? Talk?” She paused quickly with a narrowed gaze before adding- “Well maybe you should let me do the talking, you aren’t much chop at that...” Africa smiled through the rain at him and laughed coyly at her playful taunt.
[ooc: Nooo!! Don’t be sorry :) I love the set strength of his character]
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] It's Raining, It's Pouring [Shajake]
