Looking onto both the sight of the male coyote perched upon his steed and the steed actually looking at her square in the crimson eyes, the tattooed equine gave her something of a harsh snort. The air that bellowed from his nostrils pushed against her face, and narrowing her eyes to the steed, Vesasia only stared right back at him, appearing to be unmoved by the horse's gesture, even while it blew its pungent breath of air at her. Seeing as how it took a mere step back, Vesasia stood her ground yet. Then, as the coyote issued a low growl and suggested that she removed the dagger out of sight before his stallion decided to come over and romper stomper her to death, she gave a snort as if to gesture they were out of their goddamn minds. Here, he was on his high horse, and the horse was defense enough for him. She, on the other paw, only had her dagger to work with. Vesasia wasn't foolish to just disarm at the drop of a leaf, especially all this time with being out on her own. Too many out there who were a threat, and would use any tactic to get her to ditch the dagger. Even though the male coyote didn't seem like an initial threat anyways, still. Vesasia had to keep about her wits, even in the calmest of company. Even in the most pleasant of company it was unfortunate, but Vesasia just couldn't allow herself to be defenseless for anything. Females were at a disadvantage, and always would be. It was important to stay on your paws for anything. That could very well be considered a law in a rogue female's life.
Keeping her gaze scrutinizing on the horse while she spoke to the male coyote, there was no doubt that the horse could overpower her easily, but then again there was a snowball's chance in hell that anyone would suggest to disarm her right here, right now. "Until I'm convinced otherwise, the dagger will stay nice and cozy in my grasp, thank you very fucking much." It was if it was said in a sneer, and her crimson eyes exchanged between both, to make her standpoint clear to both the coyote and the horse. She herself did not want any such quarrels, especially now that her psyche was practically drifting in the THC bindings fusing the electricity of her mind and having it flow freely. Vesasia was tense, but the THC was also keeping her own unruly nature at bay. The male coyote then explained if he was to hurt her, he would have already done snuck up upon her and ripped out her throat. Slightly smirking to this, there was a barely audible snicker that vibrated in her throat. The douche bag part only made her want to smirk further, even laugh, for some of his sentence breaks were actually quite funny to her. She might have taken that as a further offense, but seeing as how nearly every sentence screamed some form of obscenity, it didn't particularly bother her at this point. "I'm sure."
Vesasia would still hold the dagger firm and steady in her grasp, but as the coyote transfixed topics, there was some useful information to come from him (and also the amusement of his sudden sentence breaks with obscenities; some of which that managed to twitch a smile in humor at the corner of her muzzle). Save the seeds for warmer days, and the blueberry strand was rare. Seemed like weed held prosperity in this place, but then again Vesasia wasn't entirely sure how. Her hairs standing on end began to lower without her knowing, and she relaxed a tiny bit in her high as she thought for a moment about what he said. Bringing the leather handle of the dagger to her chin and stroking at it as in deep thought through her high, it took her a moment to formulate a concise reply (with slight distraction from what he shouted, which made her want to snicker). "Rare, huh? I have plenty seeds of blueberry back home. But, this place is good enough to plant? All I've seen so far is a bunch of old, moldy ruins. You say there's better beyond here?" She questioned, and while waiting for a reply, observed all the distinct piercings that his golden visage held, and his wild two toned eyes.
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