[/html]omg Sunny, I never noticed that you replied. ;___; SO SORRY for the wait. D;
She was far from an expert on the history, but she understood that the Luperci usage of horses was a relatively recent development, at least on their continent. Truthfully though, Cassandra had a difficult time wrapping her head around the idea that civilizations existed in a distant place across the sea. Oh, it was easy enough to believe -- she had met dozens of foreigners, some with strange manners of speaking, others with peculiar habits and ways of doing things, and still others with rituals and practices, but all of them had stories, and there could be no great conspiracy to make up these other places. But she could not bring up the images in her mind. They were words, fantastic and distantly impractical, just words.
But she could not imagine a time without horses either. Her father had not grown up around them, and that in itself spoke for the recency of the culture, but for her, their presence was as much a home as anything else was anymore. The equine musk was familiar and her quiet smile spread just a little as they neared the building.
"That's quite a herd," the albino remarked. "It's been a while since I've seen so many in one place." Her unnamed palomino, which she had led alongside Skye's spotted stallion, seemed to perk up a little at the nearing company. "Were most of them captured or traded for? Or bred here?" Cassandra tied her reins loosely on a post outside and worked quickly to remove the saddle from her mare, setting it against the post. In turn, she unloaded the bag that contained her goods and slung the strap across her shoulder, letting the weight hang to one side. She stood at the entrance of the building and smiled to the wolf, "After you?"
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