<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/momoa_zps14f741e6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong> The Horse Annex<br/><strong>When:</strong> Afternoon<br/><hr/>Taking care of the horse was a good way to spend time, Lars thought to himself, to keep busy and do something useful for the camp. It also brought to his mind that this was how Naliya had made herself essential to the camp. It was her task, her share of the work for the greater good of the group. It brought a smile to his lips. He had never seen her as useless, Lars never thought anyone to be. He just knew that if someone came to speak against what she was doing or just downplaying it, he would stand up to defend her and his words would not be hollow.<br/><br/>He listened to her word, changing the  leather for the bristle and again he mirrored her movement, being the attentive student. “You really have a wonderful gift. If not for you, it would have been an easy prey to wolves or one of the big cats.” Lars said. He knew more about predators and their working, as well as the mechanics of the preys so that he could hunt them than he did caring about animals young or old. He had the feeling that not only Naliya was quite willing to correct this situation, but it might actually make him an even better hunter.<br/><br/>“You’ve done good. She’s become quite sturdy… I’m not sure if I could ever ride her. I do like the feeling of my feet on the ground…” Lars said. He wouldn’t admit aloud that he was scared, but he was indeed wary of the reactions of the horse, of falling off and breaking something. “Maybe he’s too… enthusiastic and scares her?” Lars said, having made the switch from it to she and her without even realizing it.</div>