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There was little more than cold indifference from the man, but Orin was becoming used to this treatment. If this visit would be anything like Mars' visit to Cercatori d'Arte then he would warm up to her, in time. Part of Orin just passed it off as level headedness, though. When someone was in such a panic often it took someone else to just tell them what to do and handle the situation. At the very least, this is what Mars did.
She fretted little when he grumbled about her not running to Shawchert for help. “He was there when it happened. There were... circumstances.” She knew Mars wouldn't understand when she explained it to him so she didn't even try right now. Plus, the murder had happened days ago. There was no solace for her within the borders of d'Arte right now.
She turned and solemnly walked over to Spot. Taking the reigns in one hand and setting the other upon the saddle she pulled herself into the saddle with little effort. The motion was easy, fluid, and she was steadfast in the seat in seconds. Leading the horse around, she followed Mars into the land that she did not know.
As they came to the place Mars had in mind, Orin's gaze surveyed the area around them. There were buildings but she was quickly aware that this wasn't Mars's house. Still, the place was ripe with his scent, as well as that of his pets; Vox and Axel. Spot pranced to a halt at her direction and she pulled one leg around to meet the next, sliding smoothly from the saddle.
“Where do you want me to leave Spot?” She asked, but just then was interrupted by what she considered a jubilant baa. Her eyes widened and for a moment she forgot all her grief as she lifted her gaze to see the shadowy sheep staring at her.
“Axel!” She cried happily. Seeing the old bugger was like a blast from the past, and she abandoned the mare to run over to the sheep. Her white fingers slid into his dark fur and gave him a good scratch and pet by the ears before she gave him a hug. Looking at his dark eyes she remembered the time when she first met Bartholomew; Axel had tried to follow Bart into her bookstore, but she wouldn't let him in, so the poor bloke just stared at them longingly from the window. “I've missed you little guy.”
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