Niniel also stood. "I--I would love t-to come. My m-m-mare is also st-stabled out th-th-there."
The two of them walked out to the stable, where Dynaviir's lovely little mare, Doienwei, waited. She was a sweet little bay mare with a short, slightly stand up mane and a gently swishing tail. Niniel was at once captivated. Compared to this wonderful little horse, Niniel's nameless gray was hardly worth a thought, even though her lines were impeccable. Niniel had made sure of that before she stole the mare.
She stood back while Dynaviir went into the stall and petted and groomed Doienwei, all the while murmuring into the mare's ears, which were turned to catch everything that he said. She envied him this love that sprang between him and his horse. Niniel refused to become attached to anything, for fear that she would leave them behind if someone were to discover her trade. And that she had plyed it on them.
"H-how long h-h-have you had her?" she asked, curious as to how long it had taken to develop such a bond between the two. She was beginning to wish that she would become mute or something, because everytime she spoke, Dynaviir seemed to withdraw a little more, as if he was afraid of frightening her away. Mute might actually be an improvement on a stutter that sounded like some sort of half-wit.
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