She knows, moves slowly through one side of the room. It's about as large as Milliways. Horses for work, horses for show, horses for riding. Horses enough for the entire guard retinue to ride out without inconveniencing any of the first three.
It's only when she spots a familiar enough colored nose, dark and irritable snort, as if to ask what took her so long, that Marian quickened her pace. Her feet siding faintly harder on the stones, as she hissed, a quiet, non-description noise for Caspian's attention.
Because the tack beside the stall with her unnamed brute, had a sword hanging with it.
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Date: 2012-03-30 11:39 am (UTC)It's only when she spots a familiar enough colored nose, dark and irritable snort, as if to ask what took her so long, that Marian quickened her pace. Her feet siding faintly harder on the stones, as she hissed, a quiet, non-description noise for Caspian's attention.
Because the tack beside the stall with her unnamed brute, had a sword hanging with it.