the road less traveled
"Truly?" she says in quiet awe as he rounds her to go to the water. The man seems... not at ease here. Almost uncomfortable. She does not know how to feel about it. Perhaps it is her imagination. Perhaps she is mistaking his unwillingness to speak much for something else. Willoughby thinks it is quite exciting to see another world beyond where she can survive.
The depths would kill her before she was able to swim deep enough. "I am Willoughby, sir" she says to him at his inquiry. Her head lowers somewhat - she was still a free horse - and it was out of politeness than anything. She owed her alliance and allegiance to no equine. "who might you be?"
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