That's enough to keep her feet under her, keep her moving, hooves picking out a path through the tangled roots and undergrowth, aware of her duty not to slip or buckle beneath the weight of his she supported. Let alone her own safety, considering her legs were just as much her weak point as they were with any normal horse. That sorcerer had somehow worked his spell and made it as if it had never happened, but Hayame can still remember the sight and the feel of her own leg bone sticking through skin when she'd woken up in the wreckage.
Her left foreleg she is more careful with than the other limbs, even though her body told her it was no longer as injured as her mind insisted it was.]
There were more, once.
[Talking about herself was in no way her strong suit, nor even something she enjoyed doing... but she was afraid of what madness she might be forced to accept if she let him talk freely in her silence, so she speaks, human arm reaching out to push a low hanging branch out of the way of his face.]
But I do not think there are many left free any longer.
[Not according to what Matsukaze had said. What she'd seen for herself when she'd been sent by her human masters to pursue his escaped property.]
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That's enough to keep her feet under her, keep her moving, hooves picking out a path through the tangled roots and undergrowth, aware of her duty not to slip or buckle beneath the weight of his she supported. Let alone her own safety, considering her legs were just as much her weak point as they were with any normal horse. That sorcerer had somehow worked his spell and made it as if it had never happened, but Hayame can still remember the sight and the feel of her own leg bone sticking through skin when she'd woken up in the wreckage.
Her left foreleg she is more careful with than the other limbs, even though her body told her it was no longer as injured as her mind insisted it was.]
There were more, once.
[Talking about herself was in no way her strong suit, nor even something she enjoyed doing... but she was afraid of what madness she might be forced to accept if she let him talk freely in her silence, so she speaks, human arm reaching out to push a low hanging branch out of the way of his face.]
But I do not think there are many left free any longer.
[Not according to what Matsukaze had said. What she'd seen for herself when she'd been sent by her human masters to pursue his escaped property.]