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мagnι ғjorleιғdóттιr ( orιgιnal. ) ([personal profile] villieldr) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2018-11-19 07:13 am (UTC)

( It's my job - though she doesn't say it, she offers a slight shrug that might be interpreted as such.

The creature is a gleaming thing, haughty and proud. They're well suited, part of her thinks, less than charitably. The better part of her does not need to offer words in self-rebuke; there is simply a feeling of disgust with herself, as she tilts her head towards the area with room for the horse, part of the smithy with heavy wooden doors that open up to the outdoors and leaves room for kicking or jerking back.

The sword is set aside, and she goes to her shelves to collect some equipment, hand falling on the shoes she won at the tourney, that would silence a horse's hooves and allow them to sneak. She had intended to give them to Rani for Satinalia, before. Her hand hesitates for a moment before she grabs them. Angry as she might be, wounded and lacking dignity, she would sooner see Rani safe if there were some way for her to ensure it.

As she moves closer, she does recall one of her least favourite things about shoeing horses: being so tall, and having to bend over so much to rasp and shape the hoof. )
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