Her attempt at freedom is thwarted by the rapidly growing bush that encloses her, Lace, and the dragon who has very much woken up. She slides to a halt, barely able to stop her body from sliding straight into the thorny bush. She ignores Lace telling her not to do that, and pretty much everything he said before. He tells her that she is staying here until he is satisfied, and he ends with an 'alright?' Like that one word will make her feel better. After all, she is stuck in here with a stallion she believes may be psychopathic. She has become a hostage, and if Lace thought this would make it better, he was wrong. Though she has lost any hope for the stallion, he is much too overpowered for her to take on. "Alright." She replies in a monotone. Her bouncy tone vanished. She faces away from him, her head peering at the large rose bush. Suddenly, flowers begin to bud and bloom, giving the green bush color. "Why is it blooming roses?" She asks softly, worried he may lash out at her (again).

Their conversation moves on, Lace appearing to calm down somewhat. Dröm has also calmed down, knowing there is no escape. If he is going to do something, nothing is going to stop him and that's a fate she is starting to somewhat except. Still, she doesn't want to face him, to see him. So, she lets him talk to her ass. "I'm disappointed because you lied to me, yet I haven't lied to you once. Yes, I expected you to be different. Oh, well! Get over it, we all know first impressions can be bitches. I don't know you, you're right, but I want-ed to." Wanted, as in past-tense. She no longer desires to know the Silverthorn. He asked why he's like other stallions, and she wishes to change her statement to 'You're not. You're ten times worse.' But she didn't feel the need for that. Instead, she muscles up the courage to twist her head around and look at him. "I'm not going to tell you, a stranger, all my secrets." This was something she was sure of.

Her past may not seem like much, but to her, every little thing that happened has made her what she is and if Lace wishes to know the secrets and inner-workings of the flaxen girl, he is going to have to cough up a few of his past stories, too. She will not be the only one doing the talking. She turns her head back to the plants and reaches her muzzle for one of the roses. She tries to touch the soft petals with her equally soft muzzle, but it afraid they will be horrible. Will they poison her, and rot her face off?

"words."