"I didn't say nothing," she reminds him, casting another sideways stare as the jest fades from her expression. It doesn't feel right, teasing him like this. Kali will admit she has an aggressive sense of humor, but even she can't find appeal in being mean.
She sighs wistfully, soft, and hardly audible. "There is always hope." Always, even in the darkest of times.
"Remember that," Kali says, almost gently, not unlike a mother would coo to her young. She has renewed teasing in her features though, and it betrays her lighthearted intentions. "I won't repeat it next time," she warns with a grin, her wings spreading.
Next time. "Farewell, Sir Akteon." The mare bids him a deep, sincere nod, and with a flick of her gradient tail, hardly waiting for a response, she pushes up toward the lapse in the forest's canopy.
