As the stranger pushed Keshi'd head away, he stumbled backwards, whinnying frustratedly and raising himself upon on his hind legs a few inches, he look almost menacing. Odessa quickly calmed him, placing a gentle hand on his rounded snout and pulling his head towads the ground, stopping him from bolting again. 'Watch it' she said, her voice soft but with a warning edge to it. The pied gelding's large brown eyes flickered between the girl and his rider, unable to comprehend why two such similar beings were so different to him. The girl returned to her work swiftly, nudging the horse away, him happy to trot away with little more than a nervous glare.
The girl spoke again, holding up a plant. She proceeded to lick it only for Odessa to rush over. Clambering easily over the debries, she took the plant from the girl and held it to her chest. 'Don't lick it. You have no idea what it is...' she stared at the plant, deducing it was a sickly spider plant. 'It could be poisionous...' she noted as an after thought. It was a viattum variety if she wasn't incorrect. Thinking back about what she'd read, only as a passing referance to her poison's work, 'It's only poisonous if it's bitten...' she finished calmly. 'Are there any more around?' she asked, because if it was poisonous it would aid her greatly in her research.
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