What a deviant one, what an ass. The very peace of the forest destroyed by Astrasza's complete lack of respect for harmony.
Astrasza's sides heave as her body struggles for breath but she's overtaken by the pleasure of the run and humor of her attempts to get attention and self gratification. Wouldn't it be funny if it actually worked?

"Lovely day for some chaos, hmm?"
Astrasza nearly jumps out of her skin as a voice cut through the rumble of hooves. Her heart skips a beat, Son of a bitch! Astrasza's wings flutter open and she plants all four hooves to the ground and skids to a stop, watching a shadow beast run ahead of her a few strides.
Astrasza's heart pounds in her chest, the organ racing with exhaustion from the run and throbbing from the shock of the voice. When her eyes got a good look at the culprit, they feast on the streamline black form of a fellow winged equine. A black shadow that danced with fluid elegance trailing gold behind him. To her privileged he'd chosen to stop her pointless joyride, and to waste his precious heartbeats acknowledging Astrasza's existence.

"You scared the shit out of me!" Astrasza snarls towards the dark hunter.
Temper, temper. After all you got what you wished for
Astrasza pants to regain her breath and her composure, "How long you been watchin' me?" the copper snake grumbles to her company, her ears flatten with agitation. "How about a little warning before you go sneakin' up on innocent folks?" Honestly though, she's only pissed that he'd caught her off guard. Blows to the ego are taken far more serious than it should be.

The man before Astrasza held his posture with confidence, a decepting vibe keeps Astrasza on her toes. But he seems able to put up with Astrasza's bullcrap with the up most gentleman's maturity. Kudos to him. His sense of humor brings a smile to Astrasza's lips, a rare feeling of pleasure that the company of few other creatures gave her. Perhaps it is his tolerance that brings her comfort.

"Bored." Astrasza answered calmly in one short blunt word. As her body cools and her heavy breathing slows, she relaxes herself by pacing a little as they talk. Her drifting between the dark knight and the ground, picking out rocks beneath her feet to kick at to keep her eyes stimulated while her mind and mouth focused on the conversation.
"How's it goin' Buc...o...falpho... Mind if I call you Alfo?" Astrasza struggled with the name, with a lack of patience she simply makes something up on the spot.
Smooth...
Shut up
"Name's Astrasza. (A-stra-ja)
Just drifting around, no place to be, nothing better to do to do. Just out to get a few tails in a knot!" Astrasza smirks, moving in on the stranger to extend a wing giving him a friendly nudge on the shoulder. "Got good weather today, why not enjoy it, eh?" Yes, she's bold enough to touch a stranger she'd only just met, perfectly prepared for almost any reaction.
"And you? What purpose you got bein' out here scarin' the piss out of some girl minding her own business?" As if this were the truth...It could be the stallion was also just incredibly bored, after all she hasn't seen too much action since she left the mountains to the far east. Not that she hates this land of course, but she's still a new girl in town.

So she's been the target of another captor, Astrasza's been recruited once here before, only it was very short lived. Suppose that explains why this gentleman is alone.
"Sure, why not? I've always wanted to join a cult." She grins mischievously. Astrasza smoothly takes a few strides to land at Bucephalus' side, already she's dreaming about the quality of her new home. Lush greens and flowers, yes such beautiful wonders that can be found in a... desert.
Astrasza's dreaming of paradise screeched to a stop.

"Wait... Desert? You said you live in the desert... Such curses, of course he lives in a desert! Deserts are hot, and sweaty, and steamy, and dry, and lots of sun, and...

Actually, a desert is defined by the lack of yearly precipitation
Shut up! I know that, but it's still hot, and sweaty, and steamy, and dry, and lots of sun.
You don't know that, he could live in a cold desert
What are the odds, let's be honest...

Astrasza's face scrunched up as memories of uncomfortable hot days drawing sticky sweat to her coat, the very feeling of walking with hot sweat lubricating her armpits as she walked. Beads of sweat rolling down her face, and of course the one bead that could make it to her butt-crack. And the smell, the God awful stench of horses clumped together in the heat of the day conjuring a toxic bubble of body odors that lingers even past sunset.

Astrasza doesn't even realize she's staring mindlessly at the black gentleman until she's had enough mental imaging of deserts and all the horror they bring. As she snaps out of it she repeats herself one more time to Bucephalus.
"Desert...."

What is she getting herself into...?

Astrasza groaned with frusteration, honestly who makes a home in the desert when there are plenty of lush green prairie's ripe for the picking all over the place? Hell no. Astrasza is torn, having been by herself for months that very factor alone keeps her chained in place and fighting the urge to turn her nose up on the stallion's offer.
Astrasza's lips sag to a frown, her ears falling and her gloomy eyes lock onto Bucephalus.
Come on, you're not gonna let something like climate stop you from adventure, are you?

There's a lot of things Astrasza can take; kids, and..... being punched in the shoulder...and....... hmmm..... well shit.
Egged on by her persistent whispering subconscious and the Prince Charming's insisting that she at least give it a try, Astrasza reluctantly bobs her chin to the stallion. "Oh how ever can I resist that look, and do tell me are you a thing with the ladies back at home?" Astrasza lightened her own mood with a joke, "Fine, I'll give your "desert" a try. I suppose I could give cactus juice a try, yu know, that list of things you'd like to do before you die? Taste cactus juice, make a sand angle, experience the thrill of accidentally landing in a cactus bed and pick the thorns out of my butt."

Astrasza moves forward, ahead of the black stallion. Her maroon wings open, blanketing the ground under her with a massive shadow. Astrasza lifts her head, her eyes scan the tree tops for an opening large enough for her to slip through without too much difficultly. The sun blared through holes in the leaves, but Astrasza is undaunted. She looks over her shoulder to Bucephalus and grins, "Lead the way, Buce." Her wings come together in a downward stroke, the air hissed and the plants were blown over under Astrasza. Her wings fluttering she leaped forward a few strides to gain momentum and pushed off the ground, bursting through the trees and into the open blue.