<span style="color: #FF0000">Antoinette loves Pompeo, the high spirited grey warm blood stallion that usually serves as her mount. He loves to run and she knows it. As soon as they clear the stable gates Antoinette urges him into a run. Without thinking twice about the command Pompeo took off, his long strides eating up the ground. <br/><br/>Usually Antoinette would fly right through the small grove of trees along the stream, but today there is a figure sitting on the trail. Although Pompeo could probably jump over the man, Antoinette still draws him up short. "Ho there," she says both to the horse and the man. Which on closer inspection reveals that he is the prince of Marlon. With one graceful move she slides from her saddle and curtsies, making sure not to tug on Pompeo's head with the reins as she does so. When she stands straight again she stands by Pompeo's neck, gently running a hand over it. Pompeo shakes his head and stamps a hoof, not happy at the intrusion on his running time.</span><br/><br/>For only fourteen years old, Taya is quite tired about having to think about every one's motives for doing everything. She does not Allen's submissive gesture. "I figured. They are not to hard to figure out my dear Allen." She finishes the cup of tea and places it on the tray before leaving the room.