"Well I wasn't running."  She smiled and stroked the neck of her stallion and looked up at him a wide smile spread over her face.  She shrugged a bit.  "Where do you plan on going?"  She took her saddle and brldle and saddle blaket off of a nearby wall and walked over to her stallion, all the while watching him.<br/><br/>She began to prepare her horse, all the while thinking of Jana.  She must have been very pretty for Marx to be so upset that he was now stuck with her.  She opened the gate leading her stallion, Quixote, out.  She climbed atop him effortlessly when she was outside.  Her horse was extremely tall and very powerful.  She began to picture Jana as everythign she was not, thus making her very desirable to men.