No rest for the wicked
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[html]OOC: Sure Smile sorry for the wait x_x

With the accompanying presence of rain working against them she gently mirrored her guide’s gait and edged her horse to travel more swiftly at Ezekiel’s increasing pace. The buildings here were constructed far differently to what she was used to at home, the fore spoken mansion standing before her in its somewhat decaying glory, shielding against the rain entering within its strange stone walls. The iron fence had taken her interest as she had followed him through, cold eyes casting upon the last remnants of its shedding rust skin as she was led near to the stables.

As he had let his own mount escape the weather into the sheltered area she had dismounted quietly and whispered a few gentle words towards her stallion which had sent him whipping out the gates of the mansion and quickly out of sight, at his own very much preferred lightening pace with tail held high and the occasional snort of dominance at his surroundings. She nodded towards Ezekiel in acknowledgement of his words before she had hurried her pace to reach him in an affirmative manner. When there she glanced up man from upon her small willowed frame and waited his next instruction with a slight smile across her jaw.
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