| Her attention strays first to the golden stranger, her pale eyes quietly taking stock before she motions him over with her muzzle. Surely, it would be easier for the two of them to lift the gopher up, rather than the mare straining alone? “Help lift him, please?” She takes the weight across her back somehow without her knees buckling, even though she can’t help but wheeze for a few moments as she tries to catch her breath. The gopher is surprisingly warm across her back, an almost comforting weight once she adjusts, and she even manages to give the grey mare the briefest of smiles. |
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
