When the comment about her smelling like horse shit was made, Batya just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She might have taken a swing but she might have also fallen off the horse if she had done that. They were friends, and friends cracked jokes here and there. She had thick skin. When she was younger, she had actually been a lot softer. Working in the stables, and putting up with her father, had helped in that regard, making her the woman, well, young woman, she was now. If she couldn’t take a hit or two every now and then, she might as well not even be here right now. She could just sit at home with her mother, a boring thought if she had to say so herself. She’d rather shovel horse shit all day than be at home knitting or cleaning with nothing better to do.<br/><br/>Batya slid off the large horse’s back as soon as they reached the creek and smiled a little at Iden. “You want me to clean up? But I thought you liked the smell of horse shit.” She said with a wink, wiggling her fingers close to Iden’s face for a few seconds before backing away “Others might not, though, and it makes me stick out like a sore thumb.” There was a long pause, just to tease, as if she was coming up with what to say next. “That said, I think it might be in my best interest to clean up, yeah? I promise I won’t take long. Once I finish up, walking sounds like a good idea. I don’t mind walking, actually, though if I get tired you might have to carry me” Batya then proceeded to head down towards the water before her friend could say anything back to her in regards to that.<br/><br/>Her dip in the water was pretty much her simply letting the water run over her hands, and a splash of water to her face. It felt cool to the touch, which was nice. She has always liked the feeling of running water flow through her hands. For awhile, when it was her job to fetch water from the well, she had hated the sight of water. Seeing it so free like this seemed to awaken something lost within her every time. Just like this little adventure to see the circus was. The thrill of seeing something new was what she lived for. She might be young, but she and Iden had done a lot in their lives, for people their age. That was something she would not trade for the world.<br/><br/>As promised, she finished up quickly.<br/><br/>“Let’s go!” She shouted, already heading toward the tent. After they were a few feet away, she dug into her pocket, keeping the money tight in her fist. Having something in her hand helped keep her from bouncing off the walls, it was just a thing of hers. Even from where they were, it was a magnificent sight. It seemed even more so now that she was so close to everything. She could only imagine what awaited them. Smaller acts were outside, keeping the growing crowd, which seemed to double with every passing minute, entertained before the main event. She weaved through the crowd carefully, taking a peek at an act here and there. It was really becoming more and mor edifficult for Batya to not exhaust her excitement; there was just so much stuff here. It was almost too much to take in, certainly all at once.<br/><br/>Looking around, she realized she almost lost Iden in the crowd. She quickly caught up with him and said, “This is amazing! I can’t wait to see the main event!”