04-27-2011, 06:30 AM
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She sniffed contemptuously, of course she wasn't really going to curtsey, but of course, he was joking as well. She liked that he didn't take her haughty manner seriously, for of course it wasn't meant as true superiority, and Caspa was hardly even aware of it. She just knew that time after time people had acted coldly towards her, so she did it too, as a sort of default response. Underneath, there was much more warmth than would ever show on the surface. She closed the door carefully, remembering it had been so when they'd arrived, then followed him past the row of stabled horses, glancing over at each beast with a sort of reluctant curiosity. The last of the animals was standing facing the wall, its ears pinned to its skull. She noticed on its shining haunches what looked like a bite mark from one of the other horses and leaned closer to inspect. Looked a day old or so, and not too serious. Denver's voice distracted her, and she looked over towards where his voice was coming from, noticing a circular arena, floored with the solid, human-made rock. He was crossing it while wondering aloud which way to go. When he came to a decision she confirmed, "Yes, that way I think would take us back to the hote-" and then she felt an ominous tug at her shoulder. Turning her attention back to the stable she'd halted outside, she realised to her horror that the large bitten animal inside had shifted its position towards the front and with a distinctly wild look in its eyes, had made a grab for her arm, thankfully seizing hold of her coat instead. Caspa jerked reflexively backwards, a snarl starting on her long muzzle. She pulled hard to get away; if she didn't hurry up Denver would leave her behind, and she'd have nothing but a savage equine for company. |