Phoenix Maplewood No one's ever left me quite this sore

Just wanna say that Arion's Greek, not Roman. :)

Saena turned and saw him as he waded through the water with his leonine gracefulness and stopped just in front of her. She grinned at him and informed the Greek that she had apparently slipped into the river. Arion suppressed the urge to ask her if she had always been this clumsy, instead inclined his head in an imperceptible nod, a mixture between a smile and a smirk playing on his lips as she shook her fur, trying to soak him.

Arion merely stood still, allowing the water droplets to cascade down on him. But even that playful attempt to drench him wasn't enough to garner a reaction or words from the stoic warrior for it barely even brushed the top of his coat and he quite liked water anyways. So he remained there, his countenance still inscrutable before he decided to answer. "Nah," Arion said, his signature crooked smirk on his face. "It's too early for a bath."

He lifted a forelimb and roughly shoved it back into the stream, causing water to splash both of them. The stallion grinned lazily at his leader, as if he had all the time in the world. "Feels good?" teased Arion.