How many times had I come here so recently? I could think of four times, and if I was forgetting others I wouldn't be surprised. Of course, that was one thing I was working on. Trust. Making connections. Not being cut off. So again I entered to make another "rescue". As usual, the other masters mocked me, although a few shot me a casual greeting. Maybe they didn't know. As always, I ignored the mockers and nodded to the greeters. A few times I made a remark to the rude ones. But for the most part, I kept to the mission. Soft brown orbs searched through the crowds, picking out the masters and slaves, separating them and checking who was taken, who wasn't. I picked out a dark mare.

I had plenty of mares, and I wasn't really looking for one. In fact, I had planned, before coming, to bring a stallion home today. But she looked desperate and so I altered my plans to fit her in. For a moment I thought about taking two, but that would be stupid. Try and contain two horses, no ropes? Ha! A fool would try. And so I settled for her. I mean, who really needs stallions for a good slave herd? I was beginning to be known around here, and so I wondered if she knew who I was. If so, maybe she'd be good and calm. Then I made my approach, walking head high.

I spoke calmly, semi-assertively, but like a parent might. "Morning, miss." I smiled, in an attempt to calm her. Hopefully, she would be easy and I wouldn't have to move on. But looking at her coat, I wondered if I wouldn't still take her. It would be against my own rules, but wow! Her coat was amazing, eyes hypnotizing. Who would be ignorant enough to give her up?

Dasani::

Something in her eyes made me notice she was evaluating me. Could be for a great many reasons. I shook out my mane and did the same of her, and I realized she had not one scar on her perfect pelt. Not a scratch. Every slave I had ever met had one, usually many scars, and yet on this mare, nothing. Then she spoke and I looked back to her face. He voice was also just as beautiful. Illyria. That was her name. I knew right away that I had to have her. She would no doubt be a show mare. That was obvious. Of course, I would talk to her, but I was sure she wanted to show herself off as well. And I wouldn't fight it.

Trust had been a huge part of my life the past months. A word I used over and over, a word I was beginning to learn the meaning of. I had gone through life trusting no one, and keeping my thoughts and feelings far from anyone else. Who could have known that my own slave would have turned my life upside down and made me trust again. They say love is blind, so I had already trusted Pendulum, the first slave, but Skye had taught me about really having a connection with the slaves, and giving them what I really wanted to give from the start, freedom. And so we have my other new word. Freedom. Just what I was trying to give.

This black mare waited, obviously waiting for words to come out of my own mouth. "Very well, Illyria. I suppose you're trained in show?" If she was trained in anything else I would be surprised, but then she might not be trained at all. The whole look might just be who she was. That wouldn't really surprise me.

Dasani::

I watched Illyria glance outside and then followed her gaze. Rain. She confirmed my previous statement, she was a show horse, so she would no doubt hate the rain. But it would be interesting to see her coat sparkle with the drops when she was outside. The storm was light, no thunder or lightning, and the rain fell evenly without wind. That was my favorite kind of rain storm. "Okay, Illyria, I will take you. Are you going to come quietly?" I leaned over to a rack with harness and took the sturdiest looking one and attempted to place it on her head. Now we would see how she did, and if she could be trusted.


OOC:// Haha! "Ew. Rain."