Poor Thing

Watching Artem bolt for the bushes, she let out a giggle. “I bet that grade A breakfast tasted just as good coming up, as it did going down!” Slowly rising to her feet, still hunched over, her eyes scanned the area for the horse.

Stretching upwards her slender body ached from the short trip, and in attempt to get rid of the evidence she had previously been on the ground, she brushed herself off. Meeting him half way, she place a hand on his shoulder, rubbing his arm slightly. “You poor thing,” In a mocking tone, she pouted her lips. “Do you need Winy to get you something to drink?” The mockery continued for a bit, before she stopped. Smirking at him, and winking, she walked towards her cloak and pulled it off the ground- giving it a good shake.