"Hm." She's not much of a knight, banished as she is, and her armor certainly doesn't shine any longer, as battered as it is, but the flattery isn't ineffective. She squeezes his arm as they walk, pressing it against her side briefly before stepping away and reaching for his hand.
"Come see what I've remembered," she says, walking half-backwards as they reach the bottom of the hill where the stables are situated.
Tangling their fingers together, she tows him along behind her until the reach one of the far paddocks with high walls and a sturdy gate that is securely locked to keep the horse inside from escaping. Trapped within its walls is a young filly, old enough to show hints of how big she'll be when she grows, but still young enough to be trainable.
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Date: 2020-09-02 06:02 am (UTC)"Come see what I've remembered," she says, walking half-backwards as they reach the bottom of the hill where the stables are situated.
Tangling their fingers together, she tows him along behind her until the reach one of the far paddocks with high walls and a sturdy gate that is securely locked to keep the horse inside from escaping. Trapped within its walls is a young filly, old enough to show hints of how big she'll be when she grows, but still young enough to be trainable.
"Isn't she beautiful?"