Ellanore never heard a reply from Fin, but she assumed the fairy was asleep or didn't know what to say (which was a first), so she simply continued on her path. The stallion had led the trio halfway around the castle and seemed more confident with each step his hooves took on the sweet, dewy zoysia grass. Her auburn locks swayed and bounced, her simple wool dress billowing with each breath of the breeze. The air was calm and quiet, only filled by the [i]pat pat[/i] of the horse's hooves and the whispers of a nearby brook. Any other woman of her status would be in panic by riding on the horse rather than in a carriage behind it, but her father had always allowed her in the stables when guests weren't nearby, and as a result, she felt herself relax and unwind in the cool of the world around her. Just one hand rested on the reins of the horse, the other tangled in her skirts, and her body rocked back and forth gently as her eyes fell to half mast...

[color=yellow]"We gon' pose as custom kitchen delivery,"[/color] a strange man nearby said, though she couldn't see him. Her eyes flew open just as the horse began speeding up suddenly, advancing toward the voice. Before she knew it, she tipped over and flew off the stallion, squealing like a pig in labor as her back slammed into the ground. Stars danced before her eyes, and she groaned softly. There was definitely something twisted or bruised or broken on her body, though everything throbbed overwhelmingly so she couldn't tell what serious damage had been done. [color=e29e9e]"Finny?!"[/color] she called to the air. [color=e29e9e]"Please tell me I didn't fall on you, oh please, please..."[/color]