Liliana could not help being embarrassed as her fellow AniWayan’s stared openly at her new friend. She didn’t blame the poor girl for all that just happened to her in a span of a few minutes, though it seemed to drift away as she asked, her voice chattering from the cold, what it was like to ride a horse.
It’s worth having to pick up after them, I must tell you… it’s like… a freedom more than you could ever have on your own two feet, to feel like you are part of the horse as you race through the fields, it’s a wonderful feeling.
She said, she would have offered for the young woman to try to ride, but she’d have to teach her and show her how, and she honestly wasn’t sure how the girl would react to the horse especially when they always had some bit of dust in their fur, and the saddles weren’t always the best of conditions. Then it seemed that the girl did a whole turn around, she was quite happy to want a bath but when they got close to the town hall the girl asked if she could be shown around. Liliana smiled.
Of course, where would you like to start?
She asked, this time she’d let the young woman decide, most of the area itself was a swamp, though much of it was frozen, there were beautiful spots, they were just boggy and not always appareciated.
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