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It was an uneventful day for Treachery.

He was undoubtedly pleased with himself, as the last few days had not been uneventful at all. The desire to woo had driven him and some sweet somebody had fallen for his charms. He’d had his fun, loved and left.

Today he was eating an apple.

He crunched - and juice on his chin, he grinned.

He was chewing slowly, making no effort to clean himself up, when the mare arrived in his sights. He knew her, in the way one who listens to gossip and has too many family members knows someone. She was rather unmistakable.

Treachery watched her determined walk in his direction with curiosity.

He presumed she was here for him, she didn’t seem to be deviating from her course and she’d given him a look. Which meant - well, it had been bound to happen sooner or later.

So he waited for her to stop and say something, still chewing, though the apple was now mush in his mouth.

"Hey," he barked, spitting apple mush in her direction, "aren't you supposed to do something?"

His glowing eyes narrowed.

It still hadn’t occurred to him that she might not be here for him.

“Bless me,” he demanded. “It’s your job.”