01-29-2012, 01:30 AM
Ryn had been silent as he followed the two. When they entered the stable he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of horses and hay. It was a delicious scent, to him it smelled like freedom. Though if someone asked him why he associated such a smell with freedom he would be hard pressed to come up with an answer. He eyed the unicorns for a few moments, they seemed to eye him nervously, it caused a shiver to run down his spine and he reached up gently to rub the side of his neck. Hiding that mark for a few moments, then he lowered his hand. Ryn glanced at the horses the lady had labeled as temperamental, no he didn't want anything that was temperamental. Though he wouldn't be surprised if none of the horses let him near, cautiously he moved towards a horse that hadn't been included in the temperamental category.
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