<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/momoa_zps14f741e6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Naliya<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Horse Annex<br/><strong>When:</strong>Afternoon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars followed Naliya inside, shaking the snow off his boots and bottom of his pants much in the same manner. Quiet, as usual, he walked toward Naliya upon her invitation, knowing that standing behind a horse is rarely a good idea. “Properly introduce?” He asked, with a small frown. How would an animal need an introduction? Even though the concept seemed a little strange to him he played along. Something his father had told him before he passed came to him now. When in the face of an unfamiliar situation, follow the advice of people who know what they’re doing. He let Naliya take his hand and guide it to the horse.<br/><br/>He wasn’t afraid of the horse, thought that the animal might actually seek to bite him, but he trusted  that Naliya wouldn’t offer his hand to the animal if it had the habit of biting… Naliya had reacted favorably to him today and he wondered if he should take it as a permission to pursue… He figured that if he did something that didn’t please her, she wouldn’t smile at him so brightly. “It does? Good.” He said softly, not to spook the animal and ran a hand up its nose. He wanted to help, but he didn’t exactly know how. So he took one of the absorbent leathers from her hand, and waited for her to start before he mirrored her motions.<br/><br/>“How did you come by her?” He asked suddenly. It wasn’t like one could trade with a mare, or just walk to the foal, put a cord around its neck and bring it home… Lars found out that not only he did not mind taking care of the horse, but that he even enjoyed it. It was news to him, but it was definitely good news. Maybe a way for him to get to know Naliya, and eventually open up to her, so she could see the man behind the reserved manners.  <br/></div>