Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

for him mireille only had a warning click of teeth, ears splaying like that of an annoyed mare. "no one else rejected me," she chuckled coldly. "only a man who t'ought he was too good for what i was going to offer."
her tail lashed; she side-stepped him with slender red legs, meaning to grant him a wide berth and continue on her way. how dare he try for what he had thrown aside!
and yet! some low and intrigued place wanted to know how he would now act, having been denied.