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[There is a massive draft horse of indeterminate breeding on the plane. It does not look happy to be there. In fact all the vibes it's giving off are those of extreme displeasure. Its ears are back, the shuffling and snorting its doing a clear indication that it wants people to STAY AWAY. There are torn clothes on the ground, a broken belt--and the well-cared-for hilt of a sword showing above the battered scabbard in which the sword itself is sheathed.

Yeah. If you recognize the weapon she always carries, you might recognize the pissed-off expression on the horse's face.

Aniki has not had a good day.]

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Well, what do you expect me to do with it?

[She takes a step over it protectively. SHE EXPECTS YOU TO DO NOTHING WITH IT.]

Alright, fine. I'll leave it.

[Snort. The fight goes out of her, her ears flopping unenergetically. She nuzzles the weapon again.]

You don't want to leave it there?

[Nose nose nose. No, Ianto, she does not. It is an ANJEL ARMORY SWORD. The best smiths in Tortall. SHE IS NOT GOING TO LEAVE IT SITTING ON THE PLANE.]

[Okay, fine. Ianto starts to remove his own belt. And don't go giving him any funny looks, he's trying to help her here. :|]

[She takes a sloooow step back, looking as dubious as a horsey can.]

[Ianto rolls his eyes, and bends to pick up the scabbard.]

[She makes an irritated chuffing sound and smacks him in the head with her nose.]

[OW. THAT FREAKING HURT, ANIKI. Still picking up the scabbard though, 'cause he's nice and is helping you despite your battering of him. :|]

[SHE'S A FREAKIN' HORSE. She's earned the right to be a bit testy. And now she's hovering, fretting about her Precious. >: ]

[Aw, don't worry. He's only attaching it to his belt, and standing to she can't butt his head again.]

[She snuffles at the scabbard again, chuntering under her breath.]

[He nudges her nose out of the way gently, and starts to fasten his belt around her neck. Fortunately his trousers seem to be staying up without the belt. Just about, anyway.]

[...oh. Well. That was unexpected.]

[He checks it's secure, and that she can still breathe and all that, then pats her neck whilst hoisting up his trousers with his free hand.] Better?

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[It feels a bit weird, but it's definitely preferable to leaving it laying there. She bumps her nose against his shoulder.]

[He thinks this might be the good kind of nose bumping, so scritches her behind the ear.]

[She rests her head on his shoulder so he can reach it more easily, because that damn spot itches.]

[You know, if he ignores the fact he's petting Aniki, it's actually quite soothing.]

[She relaxes, her ears drooping a bit sleepily. It's hard to remember that this should be humiliating.]

[D'aww, Aniki. He's tempted to go and fetch you some polos.]

[In her current state of mind she might not even object.]

[Too bad he doesn't keep any at the Hub, or he probably would.]