As she seemed to wilt under his gaze, the Mender became a little disappointed as he had hoped that she might put up a fight to his words. Instead, she seemed to go the in the opposite direction in trembling submission. It was no fun like this. If she continued like this then surely she might runaway. It was probably best that she did, lingering in his presence was not good for ones health, as many before had found out. His stare was unwavering as he watched her stumble over her words and he zoned in on her confused question as she repeated a word back to him. "Yes, that is what you are. Horn-less" his words fell off his bored tongue that chided and scorned. The Doctor’s question had been rudely delivered and his response even more so, he wondered briefly why she didn’t pick him up on it, it was almost like she had a defence mechanism in place. He liked winding others up, there was something delightful about watching them go through levels of anger, yet this one showed none. She stated where she was from and, almost absentmindedly, the Mender looked back down the path towards where her herd land was. "Ah, that poor place…" his voice died away as he paused to look back at her, his dual-coloured eyes boring into her features. "You should be more careful Bellisma, not all here are kind. In fact, many aren't at all" he informed.

Then, shifting his weight onto another foot, he clenched his magic and sent it towards the water in her body. His power was much like poison; it infected the body with a narcotic and lulled the mind into weariness. If he focussed it enough he could render those before him asleep and doing so made it easier for him to escape or commit murder. However, today he only ebbed a little of his power towards her in hopes of calming her panicked mind just a little. It would be boring if she ran away. "Why don’t you inspect our new friend?" He jubilantly asked Aramis down the line of their bond. The hound almost rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the Doctor was playing with the fiery haired horse in front of him, but obeyed his suggestion anyway. It was better than doing nothing all day.

The hound slowly tried to creep nearer to her, his body language was neutral and curious, smelling the scents of the Hidden Falls. As he did so, his red-coated friend addressed a curious question that had been aimed at his little leather carrier and its secret contents. "Stuff" he replied brusquely, not wanting to reveal its contents. Of course, other than the deadly poison, he also carried healing materials. Still, not knowing something was surely scarier than the truth. "I suppose I have things that make you dizzy, or cold, or-" his gaze briefly flickered to Aramis and the hound shot a puff of fire towards her front left leg as d'Artagnan finished "hot." The Nightshade shrugged nonchalantly and switched to looking out across the cloud covered fields "just stuff really".

He wondered if she would now be a little fierier, a little braver, or had he gone too far?

@[Bellisma] it’s entirely up to you how she reacts to his magic! :3 and, of course, the fire lol