Porcelain tainted maiden clambored up the slope, reaching the full height of the mound of Earth. Emerald occuli searched the land, coming to gaze upon another equine figure. Caudal appendage snapped through the air, trailing behind the maiden. Sneer curved over her mug, her crimson vent breathing in the scent of blood and stallion. "You're hurt," came the sentence uttered from the mare. The maiden hadn't meant to blurt out, but it happened. Her lithe form stood beside the stallion, though left him feet apart from herself. "I hope you don't assume that I give a d**n, though. I'm just surprised," she corrected herself. "Might I acquire the reason for your condition? I mean, climbing a simple cliff shouldn't be too hard." Tone hardened and speech became released in a hateful chortle. The maiden had climbed the mound, too, but received no harm.

00C: No muse, forgive.