<div style="text-align: justify;">Bright blue eyes met hazel ones. She said nothing, because he had only replied with what she had already known. She also knew that she would probably never tire of the look of utter devotion in his eyes that still set butterflies whirling madly around in her stomach.<br/><br/>Being pretty much pushed down the hallway and down the stairs, Alannah was rather proud that she didn't scrape her head even once. They stopped briefly in the kitchen to get some sugar for the horses. She idly wondered how healthy it was, but she supposed if they got a lot of exercise, it didn't matter all that much. <br/><br/>She eyed the horses as they approached, slowly regaining her confidence. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Oh, they don't look so bad,"</span> she remarked. They really didn't. No foaming at the mouth, no fangs, no long tongues tasting the air. And then they reached them. She supposed they still looked friendly enough, and she would probably have liked them if only they hadn't turned out to be so damn huge. <span style="color: #4080FF">"He's a little tallah than I expected,"</span> she whispered as some sugar cubes were pressed into her already slightly sweaty palms, nervous that the horse might hear her and do something rash. Like bite her nose off. <br/><br/>It was only because of the hand placed reassuringly against the small of her back that she took a hesitant step forward and held out her palm, keeping it as flat as possible. She would very much prefer if she could get out of this with all her fingers still attached. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as she felt gigantic teeth, if not fangs, scrape against her skin. She cautiously opened one eye just as the horse withdrew and was pleased to count five fingers as usual. <span style="color: #4080FF">"That wasn't so bad,"</span> she said in a surprised tone, completely forgetting to whisper.</div>