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As she floundered in her indecision, a voice hailed her and Caprica turned to face the question, heart sinking to her boots. Seemed her antics had already drawn attention, and due to the ruckus that was now ensuing, it was unlikely to be a good thing. Could she deny all knowledge of the bay mare's ownership? Not without also walking away and not getting the situation fixed in any way. She should have known better than to turn a strange, new horse in with others, and if she'd grown up around horses she would have: but didn't. She hated to feel incompetent, especially since dressed in all her frivolous finery next to this suavely rustic hybrid who looked like he'd been riding horseback since he was born, she felt rather out of place amongst the melee of excited equines.
"Sure is," she answered him in a flat tone, almost as if meaning 'what's your point?' The next moment Rohan double-barrelled a kick at another horse and narrowly missed, before whinnying. Caprica gave up: the situation was too difficult for wasting time with posturing and trying to retain her dignity. "You any good at catching loose horses?" she pleaded, her green eyes forlorn. His suggestion sounded much better, though and she perked up a little, a quick swivel of her head showing her the truth of his observation. "Oh, awesome! I'll get right on that...uh... mister. Can ya try 'n turn them this way next time they run round?" she babbled over her shoulder as she hurried to swing the gate wide open. She extended the length of it with her arms spread wide, making a barrier hopefully long enough to encourage a horse to turn. Most of the herd had begun to join the excitable charging up-and-down with her own horse and the stallion as the ringleaders keeping the rest moving. A few ran up to her, but not the ones she wanted so she waved her arms so that they swung right - away from the open gate, but she could see them peering sidelong at her, and their ears moving in interest. The other paddock was empty and the grass looked fresher. Surely it would be enough to tempt Rohan through, or the stallion: just as long as it wasn't both. As this thought hit her she looked wildly around for the hat-wearing luperci, shouting "We gotta split 'em up! although whether he could hear her over the increasingly frenzied horse noises and hoof beats was definitely up for debate.
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