How hard could it be? It was a gate. Next to another gate. They didn't lead into the same place, evidently. But she'd swung the wrong one wide open, and only realised her mistake as the waving hat caught her eye, a bobbing beacon of pale-leather brown. "WHAT?!" But then she realised her mistake. "You are FUCKING KIDDING ME!" she wailed. Caprica hastily slammed the gate shut again, flapping a jewel-bedecked hand at a palomino who had been running at the exit with grim intent. The horse turned, but it didn't matter, Caprica was already under the fence and out of the way, taking a couple of faltering strides after the careering herd of horses, then coming to a despondent stop. She couldn't catch them except on four legs, and she didn't want to take the time to shift. The equines weren't having such an easy time of it though, as every way they turned, they ended up faced with either a crowd or a tent or both. To her abject relief, Rohan seemed to decide that the way they'd come was preferable to heading further into the festival and turned to trot towards her mistress. Caprica called to her, "Hey girl, come on over, lady, sweet girl..." she crooned lyrically, but the thoroughbred was prancing with high steps, eyes bright and muscles tight and beyond listening to schmaltz. She was heading for the stallion, and highly uninterested in being caught. While a pair of other horses began to trot ominously fast in the direction of the lake, most followed Rohan back up to the paddock fence. The black male came rushing over and another bout of squealing ensued. Looking on the bright side, at least they were on different sides of the fence now. If only Rohan and the others weren't on the wrong side altogether. Caprica saw a terrifying vision of losing her new horse flash before her eyes, and swallowed miserably. How would she explain this to Frodo? He'd trusted her not to be incompetent. Making up her mind, although she generally was proud and reluctant to plead, this was too serious. She peered around for that wide-brimmed hat and its knowledgeable-seeming owner. "Hey, sir... you got any more good ideas for me to screw up?" She attempted a winning smile, but it fell a little flat.
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