you can't fence that in.
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All righty. Wink This'll get her in trouble with his master, no doubt. But she might could give him work in the stable, if it was okay with Ulilohi. We'll finish this thread, and start a new one in AniWaya?


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She smiled as he confirmed that he was uninjured, and gave her his name. She was sure that it was more appropriate to shake hands or some such, but she put her arm around his shoulders reassuringly instead. "Hiya there, Hadley. My name is Grace. I live over in AniWaya." She spoke slowly, not condescendingly, but sweetly, as if he were a scared pup too far from home. After all, that was what he seemed like. She was a relaxed sort anyway, and it wasn't difficult to find it in her to be relaxed and calm toward him, even if she felt oddly discomforted by the entire situation.


If one were to be familiar with the sneaking sense that something is very wrong with a situation, they might have caught on a little faster. As it were, Grace had no such familiarity with these situations, and so it was only now that she began to realize what was going on. She fought the urge to demand answers, successfully at that. Her face was a kind, reassuring smile, with a gentle and relaxed gaze. She kept her voice calm as she asked, "You do not want to go back there, do you, Hadley?"


She looked at him, and for a brief moment, she thought of the blonde girl who had sold her the horses, and the boy she kept. She wondered, vaguely, if this boy was a similarly kept boy. If so, she wouldn't ask - he would tell her, when he was ready. Nonetheless, she found herself saying to him, "Do you want to come home with me for a while?" It couldn't hurt to be able to check him out at home, make sure that he wasn't ill, and give him some food and a safe place to rest, until she figured out what she should do, and he figured out what he wanted to do.


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