The message seemed to have reached his ears, which left Selma fairly satisfied. He didn't talk back to her, which was both pleasing and disappointing. Sometimes she could appreciate a good little heated argument, even if it did turn out ugly in some way. It was always interesting to see how far someone was ready to go to stand behind their words. Merric sure hadn't had a very good start... depending on how you looked at it. The fact that he wiped his mouth made Selma force a smile before walking off to pay for them.
As they headed out, she didn't thank him for opening the door, but instead paid attention to his words that poked at her growing irritation with him. "I am relaxed. Who are you to judge whether I'm relaxing or not?" She threw back at him with a venomous tone. "You speak as if you know me, but you don't. You're far from it." Selma glared at him and continued towards the nearby stable of the tavern where her brown mare, Nadya, had been staying during the night. She couldn't believe she was willingly travelling with this man who seemed to be the essence of masculine stupidity. Men, they could only think with their muscles and whatever was between their legs. Women were occasionally the same, but Selma considered herself lucky to have so little testosterone in her body. It seemed like a label of foolishness these days.
"Excuse me?" She spun around at the doors of the stable, stopping Merric. Well, more or less, he was a large man and she was a frail woman, so she really had to push against his chest to brutally stop him in his tracks. "You find your mockery funny, brute? It isn't, so quit it. My name is Selma, so use it before I cut your tongue off." Selma found him unbelievable, but then again, maybe it was also the fact that she had woken up from a bad dream earlier. She was being particularly bitchy about things and was certainly testing her companion's patience with her attitude. "To answer your question, yes, I do have a horse. She's here." Selma continued inside and stopped next to a brown mare, patted her neck and began to equip her. First bridle, then saddle and then her belongings attached to the saddle. "If you don't have a horse, it's about time you get one. We won't ride once we get to the forest. This is only for the highway."
Thieves. She hated highway men who attacked those who were naive enough to travel on foot. Horses had their own risks as well when it came to highway thieves, but at least they would be able to get away fast should the situation become heated.
