Isplourrdacartha looks over her shoulder, once, to be sure he's gone, and then she walks through the stables, steps slow and measured. Her thak waits eagerly in his stall, straining his neck over the door, and the countess smiles at him and feeds him the bits of bluefruit she'd saved from breakfast. Treats shared, she slips into the stall with a saddle, and she sets it atop the thak's broad back.
Halfway through tightening the cinch, her hands begin to shake. She tucks her forehead against the thak's shoulder and silently sobs, her arms around the beast's neck.
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Date: 2007-08-25 08:26 pm (UTC)Halfway through tightening the cinch, her hands begin to shake. She tucks her forehead against the thak's shoulder and silently sobs, her arms around the beast's neck.
The thak worriedly noses her hair.