They wait for a long, long moment -- it may only be thirty seconds, but it feels like five dragging minutes when nerves are as sensitive as they are right now -- but finally, Marian nods, and he follows her, moving as quietly as he can, down the corridor and along another and then out once more, into open air.
He can smell hay and horses; it makes him think of the tour he'd taken with Kate, when all of this would have seemed impossible.
They move quickly across the square, uneven stones, and duck into the warmth of the stables, where horses move sleepily, making soft noises and lashing their tails in lazy half-circles.
He's looking for the bay with the white star on its forehead.
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Date: 2012-03-30 03:46 am (UTC)He can smell hay and horses; it makes him think of the tour he'd taken with Kate, when all of this would have seemed impossible.
They move quickly across the square, uneven stones, and duck into the warmth of the stables, where horses move sleepily, making soft noises and lashing their tails in lazy half-circles.
He's looking for the bay with the white star on its forehead.