“I-I…uhh…” A plethora of emotions cross the tan mare’s face; surprise, shock, and a fair amount of fear. The imposing figure that shielded you effectively curb-stomped any desire Firegrass had to interact with you. That didn’t faze you one bit, but you were worried Dash might have an outburst like at the restaurant. You watch the next few heart-pounding seconds closely—ready to intercede at a moment’s notice, but predictably, the mare backs down and slips back into the crowd without even a parting glance.