Disappointed that she had not caused any damage, Sonja simply snorts and moved away from the window. "He probably wasn't spooked, more just became bored with your incessant chatter." Moving, with little grace that one could often see by the women born and bred in pampered households, Sonja starts toward the door of 'her' room. Giving him what she hoped was a withering look she opens the door carefully.<br/><br/>"As I can not say I blame the horse, I do hope you enjoy yourself, I wouldn't eat too many of the pastries however, you might get a bellyache." Moving in toward her room she stops, and remarks "On second thought, eat as much as you like.."