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Azariel stood in the meadow, head down, chewing carefully on a mouthful of grass. It had been a while since she had had contact with anyone other then her human, except of course, seeing her father again. She winced and shoved the memories away. Her father had been pleasant and kind as always, asking her about her life and her meetings with others. It hadn't been so bad in actuality but she could still see he was in pain when he saw her. He hid it from her as best he could, but it was still there.

She shoved the memories away again, focusing her thoughts on somehing else. They promptly latched onto her meeting with the green stallion. What was with him? What was he trying to do? Woo her? Attempt to romance her into something? Had he really lied to her with his outrage at her accusation so long ago?

She didn't understand him, she couldn't understand him. He was so, so annoying and righteous and--and--damn she liked to fight with him. She wanted to fight with him, wanted to shout out all of her frustrations and have him return in kind; wanted to screw with his mind as much as he did to hers.

Who could really blame her if she didn't mind seeing him again, if only just to fight?

Azariel didn't see Caelen, how could she really? He was green and the entire forest had blossomed into green with the coming of Spring, he blended in quite well. But as she didn't see him, she couldn't know he was there and so she continued with her daily activities.

Swallowing another bite of grass she raised her head, long mane-which she still had yet to cut, flooding her vision again until she flicked it out of her eyes with a toss of her head, she didn't like that she was getting used to the stupid thing so much. An equally long tail flicked, routinely spiraling into itself and tangling. She didn't really care at the moment.

Ears flicked backward and forward, trying to catch any sound of something coming or going. Finally, she had sensed another’s presence. Aqua eyes were half-lidded, her nose deciphering the scents of the forest. She wanted to know who and what this creature was before she did anything. She wasn't afraid to do what she needed to.

Ears flattened, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed and stance altered, all in response to the sudden presence of the green stallion. She turned her head a bit, eyes finally catching on the green pelt. "Caelen..." She gave him a gentle smile, intended to at least start out being polite, "It has been a while, it's nice to see you again."

Ha. The hell it was. She wanted to throttle the green little boy. She wanted to bite and scratch and make sure she was the one to win this battle. A battle it would be. She wasn't going to leave without a fight and she was sure Caelen wouldn't either. They were too much alike if you thought about it.

She angled her head to get a better look at him, "Join me?" She asked, nodding to a place near her, "As you can probably tell, I can't see you very well." That was true, but her offer was also so she could be close enough that the chances of him not seeing an attack would be marginally higher, though his guard would still be up as well. She lost some to win some.

Pity, he wasn't taking the bait. Ah, well, it couldn't really be helped if he didn't; not unless she wanted to give it away and she was already re-thinking all of this, some things just weren't right, even for stuck-up green stallions like him.

She glanced in the direction he pointed and gave a mental sigh, so all he wanted to do was eat, eh? She didn't move as he drew closer, watching him searchingly to see if he would try anything himself. IF she really thought about it, this entire charade was stupid, he was just trying to teach her a lesson or two about social things and she was being stubborn and bull-headed about the entire subject. Ha, she was too young to listen to that voice.

A sigh and a faint smile, "Stop saying you're old, Caelen," She chided, shaking her head, "Someone should only say that if they act their age. You," She jerked her head toward him, "Do nothing of the sort." She didn't like when people talked like that. "Act your age" was never appropriate because she never did herself, so this was a bit easier to fit into her mind.

A snort, "Ha, perhaps I just don't want to look for you?" She fired back, not budging an inch, "After all, I'm sure that if I see you more, I'll be able to find you much more easily, you're just that type of person, Caelen." "Sweet lass", bah! He teasing her with his words, it was remarkable she was actually amused by the entirety of this and not angry enough to leave by now.

A sigh escaped her lips and she allowed him past her without incident, all of the tension of waiting for the fight to break out was making her tired in an anxious sort of way as if the weight of wanting to fight but lacking the reason to was putting a toll on her. She wondered why.

Why did she like to fight with him? Why did she feel a need to? Why, of all things, did she act the way she did around him? She hated when people got a wrong or bad impression from her; hated when they thought she was something she wasn't, so why did she act like this toward this green male? Why did she only act like this toward him and not any other? The romantic would have said she had a connection with him, but she was hardly a romantic. No...he was simply someone who fought back.

"What say we get this over with, Caelen?" She asked finally, following after the green stallion, watching his movements, "We both know each of us is just waiting for a fight. Why not start one and get it over with?" Her lips twisted into a smile, "You can always use the fact that I need a "lesson"," She offered calmly, amused each time he said it. She didn't need a lesson, she needed a fight.

Had Azariel been able to read minds, a gift she clearly lacked, she would have laughed. Make an appointment for a fight? Why? Wasn't unexpectedness a part of the game? It was a stupid game, one where either of them could go home the loser. The loser would definitely not be her.

She simply breathed out of her nose, not quite a snort, not quite a simple breath. She really didn't know what to fight about. His cocky attitude, how he always "knew" he was right, how even without thinking he categorize her into something she wasn't even a part of. Hell, she didn't care that everything that came to mind was about him, she just wanted to get this started.

His feigned innocence before his wink only made her growl, "Insufferable!" She snapped, "You're insufferable, do you know that?" She shook her head, any thought of doing something other then fight flown out of her head. She wanted to smack him and smack him hard.

Azariel snorted, watching him as he gorged himself. He was certainly having fun with that bit of clover. She shook her head, aqua eyes, flashing, "You're insufferable because you're so cocky and arrogant and always think that you're right and it's my fault!" She snapped, glaring, "So I insulted you, it was a perfectly reasonable thought! How many others have been ravaged by stallions when out taking a walk, huh?"

She shook her head, having finally had it with his blaming her, "So I was wrong! Whoop-de-do! Good for you! I apologize! Alright? I'm sorry for accusing you!" She gnashed her teeth against each other. She was angry; very, very, angry at him and herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She paused, realizing he was trying to tower over her and managing it by a few inches. "Tizzy?" She repeated, looking up at him, calming herself as best she could. She stood opposite him, looking at him with curious and confused eyes. What the hell was he trying to do?

Azariel glared at him, with half a mind to just go off and cry. Why was it that whenever she tried to do the right thing, to apologize and just get everything over with, she ended up pissing him off even more? Was it him? Or was it just her? Probably herself, she was never any good with socializing in the first place, better to just walk away and do it now.

She stepped a back a step, pulling her head back, "Okay, genius," she growled, wanting to know what the hell he was talking about before she left. Damn curiosity always got the better of her at the most inconvenient times, "Why am I always angry at you? And why do you always fight back?" She wanted to know, if there was something, maybe something about him that caused this in everyone and not just her, she would like to know.