While Gilda was thankful of her luck, she had almost refused. There was some part of her that didn’t want to accept Marco’s invitation. Her blood still pumped hard when she pictured the brown-skinned human. It was so strange. She had never had someone get under her skin so deeply or quickly. Not even the crow-begotten pink pony mare, the one Gilda had held responsible for breaking up her friendship with Dash all those years ago, had her raising her hackles this much. However, a more rational part of her remembered that throwing out such an opportunity was not only stupid but it was also treasonous. 