<br/><strong> Sorcha knows....</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sorcha backed up a little and blinked, still pointing to the pictures in the sands, to the horse, and then to the Medicus and then herself. Her head tilted slightly, and perhaps even a smile passed her lips when she pointed to the horses again. It took a little while to form the words but she managed after some consideration. It was not that this pict was not intelligent, it was more that she had been so isolated in the area she lived. There was no need to learn other languages.<br/><br/>….”Autolycus….Sorcha….” what was the word “Horse…” there was another pause, “Sorcha…know Horse…” It was so hot here too hot and the stench of fetid death was about her, and blood, so much blood.<em>We will look after each other yes? Soon maybe there will not be a collar.</em>Of course the pict understood why it had to go on, but she trusted that grass eyes would take it off soon…. At east there was no gag now or chains.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard and took the collar, then leaned forward, and placed her cheek against his beard, just as she did with horses and wolves. He was given a playful nip as Sorcha had with her mate.<br/>