Branwenn frowned and mumbled under her breath, â€œRook is a maleâ€¦â€ her emerald eyes looked up to his soft brown as she felt her hand placed upon the horseâ€™s muzzle. Her long raven curls unruly as she listened to the approaching hooves and who she could assume was her father and fiancÃ©. The maiden bit her lip as she gripped the reins and walked to the side of Rook. â€œThank you for coming after me Donaldâ€¦â€ Stroking the horseâ€™s side she bit her lip once more, feeling guilty in a way.<br/><br/>Donald had come out to seek her because of his duty, and that was it. With a clenching of her jaw she attempted to hop up on the back of her large steed. All she wanted to do was go back home, escape all of this. Rook whinnied and snorted looking back to his master with his soft golden brown eyes. â€œFineâ€¦â€ was all the girl could murmur as she stood there awaiting the wrath of father.