the deeper the sorrow

Giselle Fantasia · 09-24-2011, 08:28 PM

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No amount of sunlight could cheer up the Dreamers from the results of the savage war. They still held some members captive, and each day was spent looking across a shoulder, or in pairs to watch one another's back. When Giselle ached to hear of that friendly boy, Gotham, taken from the savages, the ivory woman soon became afraid to leave the Mansion altogether. The outdoors called, though, with each ray of sunlight that streamed into her room, each bird call in the morning and wolf howl at night. She could take it no longer, and with Tux on her shoulder, she slipped out the back door of the Mansion.

The dark haired girl had to stop and look around her the moment she left the comfortable walls of the building, unable to disguise her concern. A part of her thought she could be caught at any moment, swept off of her feet on the lands she had come to love. But a meek smile crept across her face, a sign that she was glad to be outdoors, and slowly she picked her way to the stables, satchel bouncing against her side in sync to the hair that spilled across her shoulders.

In no time at all, she was greeted by the nickers of horses, of all breeds and coloration. Giselle's worries nearly vanished when the scents of hay and horse mingled, but watched as Tux kept looking back warily. He was just as on edge as she, but after his brave act of chasing a bobcat away, the young woman tried to keep him safer. She shrugged the shoulder he leaned upon, causing him to swing his head around to meet her own. "It's okay, my brave knight," she said, nuzzling him under his chocolate chin.

"We'll be safe here," Giselle said with encouragement, beginning to walk amongst the stalls until she found a young brown colt. She peered over the wooden stall to look at the creature, and gasped with acknowledgement. "Heritage!" She piped up, smiling as she recognized Silvano's horse. Stepping back, she made the short snort that the golden prince had taught her to use, wrinkling her nose as she felt it tickle. Giselle wasn't sure if the young colt was aware of the greeting, but he made a pleasant noise all the same in return, his dark tail flicking. "Oh, it's wonderful to see you!~" Giselle giggled.

Silvano Sadira · 09-24-2011, 11:25 PM

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Silvano smiled, one of the few times that he had smiled since the attack on the Dreamers. He had an apple in his hand, juggling it back and forth between his appendages. Heritage was in his home and this was where the beautiful sorrel colt would stay. He was over six months old now and he was growing by the day, it seemed. Soon he would be a yearling, big enough to start training more fully. And hopefully by a year and a half the youth could start riding him for brief lapses of time to train his back for the weight. Silvano was already half in love with the colt, but it was hard not to be. Heritage was a sweetheart and he seemed to adore company. He was a sweet young horse and Silvano knew the two of them could become close as could be. And that was all Silvano really wanted.

Entering the stable, the young man did not scent the woman present, nor did he hear her excited cries at his colt. He merely called out, excited, "I brought something nice for you, Heritage." Rounding a corner in the stable, he saw the pale woman standing there with the creature on her shoulder. Freezing, apple lodged in his hand, he looked nothing but surprised. She was even in front of his horse's stall. It was awkward. He knew she had read his note. His face was feeling warm as he felt himself function without his mind's consent.

He took a knife that was laying on the table and sliced the thick apple into slices. He focused on the apple, making the cuts perfect as he felt his heart hammering in his chest. "S-so how are you?" he said weakly, trying not to let his voice falter in his throat. Fighting his nerves, the Sadira turned for the stall. He saw her standing there, and felt his heart hammer more. But the moment he saw Heritage in the corner of his eye, Silvano turned to him. The grin on his face was genuine. But so was the roar in his ears from his pounding blood. Lowering a hand into the stall with a slice, he held his palm open. Heritage licked his fingers lightly before snatching up the apple and eying the other slices with his large brown eyes.

Giselle Fantasia · 09-25-2011, 12:01 AM

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Horses, and all gentle creatures, delighted the young cream colored woman. She felt alive when she sat upon them, and they galloped into the sunset. The thought of riding into the horizon with the golden prince of the north saddened her suddenly, the expression on her face falling. How she had wished he had turned the other way! Giselle wasn't sure why he was protecting her, when all she wanted was to see his kingdom. The pale princess had not asked to live with him there, but his refusal had left her somewhat heartbroken. Though she had no real emotional attachment to the golden male, he was a prince, and she had read that every princess would be rescued by a prince. And every prince had a horse. But so did knights, like that black male who had saved her from the big cat. His horse was massive, and different than Ezekiel's stallion, but it wasn't the same joy ride.

And then there was the young colt before her, snorting and whinnying. Giselle had never seen a colt until Silvano introduced her to his creature, but the memory alone painted her pale cheeks rosy. As if on cue, a familiar voice loomed outside the stables, and as the form came into view the young woman froze on the spot. "Oh, S-Silvano, hello." Stammering was evident in her voice, surprised to see him there. Memories came swimming back into view, but the dainty couldn't leave now even if she wanted to. She had taken care to avoid him, for reasons unknown, but it was then that the words in his note became alive again, as if being whispered into her ear.

'Elle bit her lip, unsure of what to say or do even after he spoke, and watched him cut up pieces of something. Then he started to approach, his features becoming more apparent when he neared. His expression was seemingly calm and collected, his eyes focused on his colt. Pale blue eyes shifted, still focused on his face. "Oh, I'm fine~" The tone in her voice attempted to sound cheery as usual, but a hint of uncertainty came with it. "And how are you?" It felt strange to ask, but she had not seen him in some time, but it was the time she needed to gather her thoughts and her feelings. However, now that she stood within proximity of the tall mottled man, she was clueless. When Silvano put his hand in the stall to feed his colt some fruit, her eyes followed the path down his arm, and watched as the creature took the apple gratefully. "He's just beautiful~" Giselle mused, attempting to focus her thoughts on the horse and calm her rising nerves. "How old is he now?"

Silvano Sadira · 09-29-2011, 07:46 PM

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The colt lipped at his hand, having learned that treats often came his way from them. Silvano gave a genuine smile at the colt's antics. He learned quickly, and it gave him joy. He pulled out another slice and handing it to the colt's eager lips. Heritage was not afraid of him and that was important. Recognition of his owner was coming along and he could feel the colt trusting him more and more. She asked her question and Silvano shot her a sidelong glance for a moment before returning his emerald eyes to the foal. He would have betrayed his embarrassment had he looked at her fully. "I'm okay," he said simply, trying to pet the colt's red mane, but the colt kept trying to nose out more apple slices from him. He even gave a little whiny of protest when the young man had not given him another. Heritage could smell them but could not find them, and that made him anxious.

"He was born in the blizzard earlier this year. So about seven months or so." Another apple slice appeared in his hand and the colt downed it so fast that the Sadira swore he never put the slice there in the first place. More disappeared down the greedy thing's throat that the youth laughed at the colt's excitement. He would be a proud stallion, that much Silvano could tell already. But his joy was muffled by the sheer amount of embarrassment he had from standing next to Giselle. It was like he had a penchant for embarrassing himself before her and with her. All of his blunders were always with her. And he felt bad about it. Attempting a weak smile, he held out the last slice of apple not to the colt, but to her.

"Want to try?" he asked, nudging with his head in the direction of the colt. His smile was weak, but it was there. Silvano was trying hard not to apologize. He wanted to, oh god, how he wanted to. Just to see her smile more genuinely.

Giselle Fantasia · 09-29-2011, 09:23 PM

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In silence she kept her gaze on the colt, though it wavered to the tall man beside her. A dash of red powdered her cheeks then, remembering every note of the word in the book her had given her. 'I meant what I did', it said. Giselle knew exactly what 'it' was. The girl had countless dreams that she could remember him in, and in her dreams he approached her, and heard him say those words over and over, but he left before she could find any words in return. Now, standing there, she still could not find those words.

The pale princess chewed on her lip absentmindedly, and nodded as he answered her question. As Heritage crunched down on the apple slices like any eager boy, she could not help but let a giggle escape her throat, putting a hand to her lips. "He's wonderful," she said aloud again. "I bet he will be a strong runner." Thoughts of the young colt formed in her mind, where everything was a safe and perfect world. The colt was a stallion, massive and proud, stamping his hooves on the ground as the wind ran through his mane. With his owner they galloped fiercely across open plains, and Giselle gave a soft contented sigh at how, perhaps one day, she could ride him too.

But her gaze lingered on the man, pale blue eyes dancing when his deep emerald gaze met hers. The girl gave a small gasp, and bit her lip again when she caught herself looking at him, lost in thought. 'Elle missed his question entirely, and blinked as she looked at his proffered hand. "What? I-- oh! Could I!?" Forgetting her troubling thoughts and his written message for just that moment, her face brightened and her curly hair bounced when she made the slightest of movements.

Without awaiting an answer, the young woman took the final apple slice and stepped forward towards the stall. She instantly became aware of the male's warmth, being inches away next to her own form. He smelled of old tomes and wild grass. Heritage nickered impatiently, and carefully Giselle leaned over the stall to hand him the last piece of fruit, though anxiously. He met her outstretched reach with his muzzle, as it brushed against her hand to snatch away the food. In a flash it was gone, and Giselle squeaked when she felt his rough, wet tongue for but a moment. The woman drew her hand away and straightened, side-glancing at the tall mottled male, the happiest of smiles never leaving her powdered face.

Without turning back to meet Silvano's piercing gaze, she kept her hands resting on the top of the stall door. "How long will it be before you can ride him?" She said the word with enthusiasm, her tail waving behind her. Ears flicked when some neighboring horses nickered, flicking flies away with a toss of their heads. She didn't let silence hang in the musty stable air for long, before she finally turned her head towards him, ringlets of hair falling in the motion. "I bet you could learn low speech with him. Wouldn't that be lovely?" Absentmindedly she raised a hand to push a strand of dark hair behind her shoulder. "Prince Ezekiel taught me how to say hello in horse. Would you like to learn?"

Silvano Sadira · 09-30-2011, 12:11 AM

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you are a heartless wench from the pits of hell. <3 also, been rping him the wrong size. his head pretty much over the stall by now.

Silvano could not help but watch as she fed the colt the small slice of apple. His smile lit up at the sight of her own. She smiled so easily that he was envious; smiling was so hard for him, especially after his sister's fall way back in the winter. Granted, she had long since woken up, but still. With Giselle, it was hard to not smile at all, especially whenever she got to being her bubbly self. And he was well aware of just how hard he was crushing on her, just because her bubbly attitude always knocked his own brooding one off its ass. But he was well aware that it was going to come off as nothing, even though it seemed absolutely possible for him. Hopeless, he was.

"I think he likes you," he said with a slight laugh, trying not to seemed at all forced. He really did not want to seem like he was hurting inside. But he was. Rejected twice over, and still he was walking. Silvano's ego could not have taken any more hits, but yet, he kept on going. Everyone probably assumed it was because his "aunt" and brother were both captured. The thought of them was like a weight in his heart. Why couldn't he have been the one to be taken? And why didn't he do enough to stop them from taking them both? He had been there, he had been able to do something. Right?

Silvano met her eyes. They locked for a moment, but he broke away first, shifting toward the colt. It was too easy to look at him, too easy. But it was a good excuse for him to use. "Oh, I don't know." The Sadira man stretched a long hand toward the horse, letting Heritage lick at his fingers. But the colt soon got bored when there were no more slices for him to eat. The sorrel creature looked at the woman with his black eyes, staring at them both and stepping excitedly. He was a charmer, born and raised to impress. "Once he's big enough, I guess. Liliana is training him for me. She said he's too small. Hard to believe, I know." The colt was getting bigger, and at six months, he was already taller than the stall. But still he was too small and his back was not properly developed yet.

His look darkened suddenly, as the young woman talked about the prince, whoever he was. The name was mildly familiar, but that just made him more concerned, in a rather jealous way. "Prince Ezekiel?," he began, rather broodingly. "Who's that?" Turning the full way to the stall, rather than leaning against the stall, Silvano put a hand on the colt's muzzle. Heritage stood still for a moment, but then fidgeted away. "I dunno, I don't know if I want to or not," he answered, rather coldly. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He did not want to be so mean to Giselle, but his jealous heart didn't know how else to do it.

Giselle Fantasia · 09-30-2011, 11:22 PM

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There was a mention of Liliana, who was a part of the refugee family that came to them, the family that the savages tried to take back from the Dreamers by force. The young woman nodded slowly, wondering about the horse trainer. "Oh, I wonder how they're doing.." She heard herself muttering aloud, her eyes fluttering down and looking at nothing in particular. Giselle was sure they were just as troubled about this whole event as she and the other Dreamers were, and just as skittish when they went outside.

His voice, suddenly filled with a certain malice, made the ivory girl shiver noticeably. When she turned her face up to him, his gaze was hard on his colt, focused. Pale blue eyes swam, showing their concern for his sudden brooding mood. "Oh, I ran into him.. a while ago," she tried to explain with a light tone, searching his face as if trying to read a book. "He was very kind to Tux and I. He's from a kingdom called Inferni." Giselle had no idea of the place in the north for what it truly was, but since their chance encounter she had not met the golden coyote a second time.

The expression on her face turned from one deep in thought to an encouraging smile at the man. "Oh, but surely you must try, just this once?" Gingerly, she lifted her left hand and placed it on his arm, another motion of encouragement for Silvano to learn the speech of horses. Deep in her heart she knew he would one day want to communicate with Heritage, when they learned to ride and breathe as one. But her touch only lingered, before letting it slip back onto the top of the wooden stall, feeling the heat practically blazing from her fingers. The last time she had touched, or even seen him, was their outing; 'Elle remembered the dance they shared, surrounded by the glow of thousands of floating lights. At present she cleared her throat, her eyes misting over with daydreams. Her dreams betrayed her when she slept, however, still keeping that memory alive.

"Just listen," she instructed him. Though she had only used the greeting twice to Ezekiel's own horse, she still tried to imitate it as best she could. Wrinkling her nose in preparation, she gave a quick snort through her nostrils. Heritage tossed his head, though whether it was in recognition of the word she could not say for certain. All the same, the woman smiled and looked back towards the male, his height shading her from the rays of sun that kissed the entrance.

Silvano Sadira · 10-01-2011, 07:17 PM

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I HAVE A SEXY TABLE NOW

Silvano snorted at the mention of Inferni. They did not have a prince, they were not a kingdom. "They are a clan." The pack of coyotes had no issues with the Dreamers. They did not fight them, and Anu had three children that looked terribly 'yotish. There had been a war before he had been born, so he was told. But the Dreamers never fought them. But what was Giselle doing talking to one of them? They were notorious for their dislike of full blooded wolves. And anyone without a coyote's blood. Giselle clearly had absolutely no coyote blood in her veins, the way she looked considered. Pale as snow, she was a big difference between the tan and brown coyotes he knew of. "They don't take to the likes of us." His voice was thick with some kind of disdain. Why Ezekiel even bothered to talk to her, he never knew.

He felt her hand on his arm, a kind touch. Nonetheless, the Sadira felt himself stiffen, muscles in his arms tightening and bulging at the motion. He only relaxed when the woman took her hand away a moment later, very aware of her presence near him. The sigh that escaped his lips was resigned, since he knew Giselle would never lay off of him until he succumbed to her will. "Alright, alright." He turned to her, straightening his back to his full height, above her.

Heritage seemed focused on Giselle, eyes watching her intently. And when she made that noise, the colt shook his head. Clearly it worked somehow. Furrowing his brows, Silvano mimicked her noise, albeit kind of badly. Good at languages he was, but low speech was different all together. Heritage did not react to him, but he gave the tall youth a look that screamed of amusement. It was as though the colt knew what was going on and found his future master's lack of ability in a common speech for him to be funny. He tried again, and Heritage snorted back at him, lipping at his elbow. Silvano grinned slightly at the sorrel horse, and then glanced at Giselle in a serious manner again. "What else did you two talk about?"

Giselle Fantasia · 10-01-2011, 08:04 PM

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She listened when Silvano began to speak, and it surprised her slightly that he knew of Inferni. The girl wasn't sure how much he knew, but there was real bitterness in his voice, and she could not understand just why. Venturing a look towards his sharp emerald eyes, she saw the darkness within them too just then, and had to look away quickly. It was not the kind of eyes she was used to looking into, nor the voice she was growing accustomed to hear. Now, now it was... wicked. Her brows furrowed when she tried to understand why a kingdom wouldn't take to the likes of them, though between her and the mottled male their fur was not tawny nor their ears as large as Ezekiel's was. Giselle wanted to ask the man next to her why he thought they were not friendly, but she bit it back instead.

But her concern for that disappeared when he tried to greet his colt in its own language, even though hers was pronounced 'a little funny', as the golden prince had told her. There was no mistaking the bubbly laughter that she emitted, but she purposely bit her tongue, afraid to laugh anymore. The colt seemed to find the whole thing funny as well, and Giselle wondered if any of the nearby horses had heard it as well. She thought she heard one stallion behind her whinny with amusement, but her merriment kept her focused on the young creature in front of her. But, persistently, Silvano greeted the colt again, to which she smiled at.

The genuine smile up at him, however, was greeted with a serious look, when his emerald eyes bore into hers. He seemed serious about something, and his mood was not one she had seen since his initial apology. It made her blush lightly, though Giselle could say why, and her body turned and walked carefully over to the next stall, to a grown mare. Carefully, she laid out a hand for the creature to become familiar with, and the young woman's laughter floated into the air when she felt the mare's nostrils wriggle along her open palm.

Before the silence could go on any longer in the musty air, it was broken. She finally responded to him, but without so much as looking back at him, for fear of that sharp gaze that made her feel unlike herself. "Oh, nothing really. I asked about his kingdom, but he only smiled and told me it was no place for me." The words felt like a confession, and they hung heavy with feeling. 'Elle wasn't sure why she was denied so much as seeing his clan in the north, but she could only believe Silvano when he said they did not welcome them. "But he was very kind, Silvano. I do not see why his people wouldn't care for us. He even brought me back here upon his horse." It was the truth. She had no reason to lie, after all. The familiar sting around her eyes could be felt, but she breathed deeply to push them back. Petting the mare before her a couple of times, she withdrew and turned back to him, her dress swirling in the motion. "Does he come when you call him? I'm sure he doesn't like being cooped up in here, when there's all that room outside to run." Indeed, it was even an excuse for her to get a breath of fresh air as well.

Silvano Sadira · 10-01-2011, 09:25 PM

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The Sadira gave an almost sarcastic smile at the colt, but Heritage didn't know any better. He simply sniffed at the young man's arms, wondering if there were other apples to be had. Silvano put a palm on his forehead, the colt shutting his eyes briefly at the touch before shaking his head to get the arm away. "They don't take kindly to wolves, Giselle." He would not tell her what he was told, of their practices. He would not tell her of the ring of skulls around the border of their clan lands. Definitely, he would not tell her that the skulls were from other wolves, bleached white from the sun with no flesh left. He would not tell her of what they would do to a wolf who trespassed and seemed hostile. Giselle did not need to know of the blood that soaked Inferni's hands and name. "Unless you're partially coyote, they don't want you there." Silvano was being harsh and mean, but he did not want her to believe that she could go there in safety. There was nothing safe about that area of the world, it seemed.

Shrugging, Silvano risked a glance at Giselle; she was not looking at him. He did not know why, but it did not really matter in the end. "He's probably got some wolf blood in him, then," he said dismissively. He was being mean, and he did not like the way he was acting. But he felt hurt and rejected. What else could he do to hide his hurt feelings?

Again, the Sadira male shrugged his shoulders, looking at the colt who looked rather bored of his stall. Giselle had the right of it. "No, but he does know his name. We can take him to the pasture. I'm sure he'd like to run around, too." Pushing away from the wooden stall, Silvano found Heritage's halter and found a lead rope for him. Silvano was large enough to control the colt, but he did not want to risk anything. It took a moment, but Heritage had his halter on. Liliana had taught him early to be accustomed to it. Attaching the lead rope, he held it high as he unlocked the stable door and swung it open. Heritage stepped out, strutting as though he owned the world. Silvano gave a smug grin at the colt, patting his flank. "You wanted out, didn't you, boy?"

Giselle Fantasia · 10-02-2011, 06:11 PM

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WC: 446. I don't forsee this thread lasting very long? I dunno ;o

There was hope in her voice, hope and encouragement that she tried to radiate, but it was met back with sharp, brutal words. His first response alone set her cream tipped ears back upon her dark hair, trying to become one. Silvano had no reason to explain it the way he did, but he had turned that way since she had mentioned the golden prince. The woman swallowed meekly, unsure why the mention of Ezekiel had set him off so, but he knew more than she did about the place, and dared not argue what was only imagination in her simple mind. "Oh," she stammered, finding that to be the only word she could give to him. Why was he acting this way? He was much gentler and kind than this, and a bubbling feeling rose in her chest whenever she heard him speak so darkly.

Thankfully, the animal was there to help. The ivory woman could only hope it was just the right medicine, and she nodded at the mottled male's statement. "I'm sure he'd love that." She, too, would be thankful to be away from this dark air that had suddenly stirred up and threatened to drown her in. Her form darted past Heritage's stall as the larger male began to move about to ready the colt, and she turned back towards him, her form casting a long shadow in the stables. Hair partially curtained her face, waving softly in front of her as she awaited the male and his colt patiently, not wanting to be rude and run off altogether.

As Heritage She nearly jumped from her own skin when she felt her satchel move, so engrossed in thought that she hadn't even felt as her stoat had moved into her bag. She wasn't sure when he had done so, but his head poked out as he watched the sorrel colt strut about, free from his small compartment. Her head moved back towards the male and his colt, and the woman could not help but giggle merrily. The small, but growing creature looked comical standing next to his extremely tall rider. "He's quite a charmer," she offered, smiling to forget about the harsh tones that were delivered to her earlier. "Or maybe he just wants more apples?" Her body twisted towards the entrance, feeling the warm light embrace her. "Tux and I could go get some~" She offered carefully, though she briefly remembered the time she went and tried to grab an apple, and Silvano had been there to catch her from falling. Her face grew red in moments, and she lowered her face for her dark hair to cover her pale cheeks.

Silvano Sadira · 10-02-2011, 06:32 PM

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Heritage lipped at Giselle's dress, snorting in the direction of the stoat. The horse seemed genuinely amused by tht little creature's antics as he whinnied at him then raised his head high. Silvano gave a little smile at the colt, who began to pull toward the exit of the stables. Shutting the door behind the sorrel flank, he gladly held onto the lead and walked with him past the young woman. She was so short, already smaller than the growing colt. The sorrel creature blew some air gently in the female's face, then strutted his way out of the stables with excited whinnies. As the sun hit his freshly groomed hide, the two of them blinked at the light, even as they walked to the gate for the pasture. "I think he would love some apples, but I can't give him too much. He'll get fat and spoiled," he said in the colt's direction, who looked back, aware he was being talked about in a less than positive light.

The Sadira opened the gate to the pasture, still keeping the colt's lead in his hands. "If you want to get him one, he won't mind. I won't tell Liliana we've been spoiling him." He undid the lead's tie in Heritage's halter. But he kept that on just so that it would be easier to get the animal back in his grasps. Silvano grabbed the halter on the side of the colts face, keeping him there. Heritage knew better than to try to run off when his master was holding onto him. When anyone was holding onto him really. "Better pet him now before he runs off on us. I know he's going to want to race now that he's out of his stall." His tone was in gentle warning, finding it hard to stay terribly bitter with Giselle. Plus, the less he mentioned the 'prince' she talked to, the better it would be for the both of them.

Giselle Fantasia · 10-02-2011, 07:27 PM

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The girl had felt small again when the colt had played with her dress, and blew warm air into her face. He would surely grow bigger than she in no time at all. Giselle followed behind the pair, and breathed deeply when they were outside once more. Still, her eyes could not help but wander around the empty field, poised for signs of danger. But with Silvano and his colt there, she felt somewhat safer, but only just. Quietly she followed them, until she walked side by side with the male, though at a safe distance. She had paused as they approached the pasture, and waited until the creature's halter was removed before the pale princess faked a small expression of sadness. "Oh dear, that would be terrible," noting as she shook her head once.

Seeing the colt's distress and need to run, the young woman quickly stepped forward and took the colt's head with both hands, lifting it up. "Aww, but we wouldn't want the little colt to go hungry, do we?" She said in a small, caring voice, glanced up at Silvano with a small smile. Heritage only responded by shifting his head away from her grip, tossing it impatiently. Smiling, she stepped back as Silvano released the colt, and in no time he disappeared in a cloud of dust. Giselle watched him gallop in circled, whinnying gratefully, before retreating to the kitchens for the horse's treat. Keeping her promise to refill the Manor's stock of the fruit, she returned with a few in hand.

When the dark haired girl did return, however, she stopped at a distance from the pasture to watch Silvano having gone in with the colt, running with the eager creature and attempting to chase him to no avail. The time for them to bond was then, and it seemed that the two had forgotten the world they were in when man and beast formed their friendship, a little bit at a time. Giselle knew of its importance, knowing how many days and nights she spent to understand her coffee colored stoat. It felt as if the Dreamer girl had watched for some time until Tux grew bored and squealed up at her. Blushing with embarrassment, she quickly strode to the open gate, and gently placed the apples in the grass. With one last grin at both the male and his horse, she offered a hand for her companion to climb upon, and walked away in the direction of the Manor with a lighter heart.

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