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Rhan was, for once, not babysitting obnoxious stallions that acted like colts or sulking around the neutral regions of the Isle to just avoid everyone she knew. No, she was taking a stroll through the northern regions of the Isle that were her home, a breeze ruffling her masses of fur and fluff. It took a little bit of heat away from her sweaty frame, but not a lot. But at least it wasn't scorching like it had been previously; a few days before, she was so drenched in sweat that she could've been used as a mop.

There were various other Azrein about, but she ignored them, looking for a quiet place to relax. Hopefully she'd find it near a stream so she wouldn't have to leave whatever haven she found in order to get water.

Rhan was huffing by the time she started seeing trees to sit under. Five generations of fluff, she thought sourly. Some ancestor of mine had bad karma and punished me with five generations worth of fluff. When she reached the first large tree, she didn't care that it already had a sleeping stallion underneath it. She plopped down in a free slice of shade, a layer of sweat flying from her fur as she did so. If the sweat had gone unnoticed by the stallion it had landed on, it was doubtful that her braid swinging into his face would be ignored. But Rhan didn't notice, nor would she have cared had she done so. She was hot, she was going to cool off, and no one was going to get in her way.

Rhan's head swiveled around so fast that it would've given most whiplash. The sweating, fluffy mass rose to her hooves, staring at the impudent stallion with her white, pupil-less eyes. Her semi-decent day had now taken its usual turn for the worse. "Excuse me," she snapped back, her voice a bit raspy from the efforts of her walk. "Does this tree have your name on it? Is this your shade? 'Cause Imma hot, Imma sweaty, and ready to teach you the manners yo' mama clearly didn't teach ya if you can't back off, sir." She emphasized her point by shoving her head closer, her horns pointed in the general direction of his head.

Rhan eyed him. "Once again, this isn't your shade, so I don't have to ask you for anything," she replied sharply. "Are you an idiot or deaf?"

The last comment hung stagnantly in the air, lingering in her ears like an echo. Enraged by the holier-than-thou attitude this mule-headed stallion was giving and the comments he so carelessly threw at her, she launched herself forward, horns poised to slice into his hindquarters and legs. Sweat flew from her fur through the air at the sudden movement, much of it splattering across this arrogant male.

Rhan cursed herself for not moving at least a little faster. But that was only in the brief moments before she was sent crashing into the river. The force of the arrogant stallion's shove and the force of the current propelled her into a collision with a rocky piece of riverbed. For once she was thankful for her fur that cushioned her, but she still wasn't left unscathed. One of her horns was cracked by the collision with the rock, and her ankle was twisted in the chaos of her situation. When she surfaced, she glared with all her being at the one who'd pushed her in. Did he have any idea how bad it was to be in the heat with wet fur? She wasn't going to be able to get out, or she'd end up twice as hot and sweaty as before!

Not having the energy to fight the current and go to shore and not wanting to move the throbbing ankle from the cold water, Rhan let the current gently carry her downstream.

Rhan turned her head slightly towards the arrogant stallion when he spoke, a chip of her horn falling off as she did so. Then she wordlessly looked ahead of her, watching the current that was carrying her along. When he asked if she was ok the second time, she huffed. "What do you care about the well-being of a sweaty, ill-mannered mare that you wouldn't even share shade with?" she snapped back without looking at him. She shook her head to get her wet bangs out of her face, a few more chips of horn falling into the water around her. Honestly, the nerve of some stallions...

Rhan glared at Titan as he approached, but she allowed him to tow her back to shore; she was too tired to resist and she was tired of snapping. She kept her injured ankle tucked against her fluffy body, not wanting it to get caught on any rocks or other objects sticking up from the river bed. As they drew towards the shore, Rhan felt a strange sensation in her chest, as if something was tugging on her heart in an attempt to lead her somewhere. For the moment, though, she ignored it. She was busy with her current... situation. She resisted the urge to sigh, unsure of whether it was a blessing or a curse that others couldn't read her expressions well between the fur and her whited-out eyes. And she was even more unsure if she wanted to be paid attention to or just left alone...

Rhan resisted the urge to ask what Titan's grunt was about because it practically guaranteed an insult. She stumbled a little on her way out since the one leg was still tucked against her body, a few more chips falling from her cracked horn. The tugging sensation on her heart was more persistent now, but the somewhat subdued stallion had spoken up again. "As ok as fluffy, sweaty llama-mares can get," Rhan replied dryly. She thought about shaking the liquid from her waterlogged fur right there, but then she remembered that that was why this arrogant male had gotten mad at her in the first place. So, putting weight on the injured ankle, she started walking off--in the direction of the strange tugging sensation.