He feels, for a moment, like an intruder, stumbling onto this moment he ought not to have witnessed: it's something private, something just for her, a precious friend returned.
(There are so few things Marian has had for herself -- she gives all to the people she loves and protects and fights for. This is something that is finally, finally, hers.)
Even now, she doesn't allow herself long, doesn't linger, except to stroke her palm down the long nose before stepping back, and he nods to her statement.
Kiseki's stall isn't far, and the bay is nosing curiously at the gate when Caspian returns, nodding to the tack hung by the unnamed stallion.
It's impossible to saddle silently, but they've no choice.
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Date: 2012-03-31 01:06 pm (UTC)(There are so few things Marian has had for herself -- she gives all to the people she loves and protects and fights for. This is something that is finally, finally, hers.)
Even now, she doesn't allow herself long, doesn't linger, except to stroke her palm down the long nose before stepping back, and he nods to her statement.
Kiseki's stall isn't far, and the bay is nosing curiously at the gate when Caspian returns, nodding to the tack hung by the unnamed stallion.
It's impossible to saddle silently, but they've no choice.