Felicity shuddered inside at the sight of the strangely dressed - or undressed - young woman, frowning herself at the angry glare that was short at her. The leather harness, the look, how she moved to draw the horse close... it was a slow dawning of understanding that made Felicity draw back from the approaching girl, her stomach twisting in revilement.<br/><br/>This was the 'mare' he'd spoken of... the girl he was keeping in the stable. And far from looking terrified or abused, she looked as if she embraced the position. That frightened the new girl more than anything, and she was shaking her head quickly as she tried to back away.