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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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[Oh yes, good thing. She doesn't really understand what he's saying any more. The words are recognizable, if she strains, but it's so much easier to just let him keep talking while she insists on more sugar cubes.]

[He just keeps finding sugar cubes and giving them to her.] I do remember this one time, though, I was trying to make tea on Qaurtur and accidentally spilled the sugar bowl into the cup. And you know? It was a hit! They loved it!

[She just keeps eating the sugar, nuzzling his pockets and tugging at his clothes, lipping at his hair. She nuzzles his neck fondly, not understanding a word any more and thinking, rather absently, that there's something wrong with this situation, and she's knows what it is, but she can't quite place it. And the longer he talks, the less she cares anyway.

Nice voice, gentle hands, good treats.]

[He laughs as she nuzzles him, stroking her muzzle.] Oh, well, hello there! Enjoying my stories? Well, probably not as much as the sugar but I can hope. [He pats down his pockets and hums.] Actually, I have some celery and carrots. They're a favourite treat of the Eiliens. [Pulls out a plastic baggy and starts handing them to her.]

[Crunch, crunch, crunch. She's gone past caring about... about... whatever it was she was worrying about before. This is a good place to be. Good food. Nice man. He smells interesting, too, and his gentle petting sends a tingle of peace and happiness through her. She sighs, whickering happily.]

[He beams.] Oh good, you like them! They are rather good. You know, in my fifth, I wore celery. It takes quite the man to pull off the celery. Luckily, I've been that sort of man before. Now then, my favourite sort of celery, though, is the ones with peanut butter.

[She nuzzles him again, huffing cheerfully against his neck before skipping back a step and trotting in a circle around him, head bobbing between playful half-skips.]

[The Doctor watches her, amused and bright-eyed.] Oh well look at you! Enjoying that, aren't you? [He follows her, reaching out and giving her more enthusiastic pettings.] Maybe being a horse can be a bit of a holiday for you.

[She's having a hard time remembering his name. His smell is foremost in her mind now, the cadences of his voice and the feel of his hands. She flicks her ears back, unsure, uncomfortable, trying to think of his name.

She should know it. It's important.

Names. Names are important. Not just smell. Not just sound.

She takes a step back and shakes her head, a bit agitated. She still can't remember his name.]

[He tilts his head, frowning.] Something wrong, girl? [Pets her muzzle.] Aniki?

[She closes her eyes, trying to think. Her ears prick forward at the name. His questioning tone is indicative of something, but she's not sure what.]

[He continues to stroke her muzzle.] Something scare you? Well, horse instincts are probably in there and I imagine a horse might be a bit afraid around here. Just relax, hm? [Holds up a carrot.] Carrot for your thoughts?

[She smells the carrot and everything else goes out of her head. Crunch, crunch, crunch. She bumps her nose gently against his chest, hands. Nuzzles his neck. Lips at his hair and drools on it affectionately. This one's hers.]

[He smiles.] Oh, good, you relaxed. Though, mind you, I'm going to need to shower after this. [He almost sounds annoyed but he chuckles and strokes her.] We're going to have to think of something to do with you. Not really sure you should be wandering around as a horse.

[She doesn't understand him in the slightest. His coat smells like all sorts of good things, so she's busy nibbling away at it while he talks and strokes the sensitive part of her neck. Happy sigh.]

[He snorts a bit, gently pressing her muzzle away.] Oi, those are buttons! Here, tell you what. I'll get a present for you. Something to pass the time while you're, well- [he pauses.] There's a brilliant pun to be made here about 'horsing around.' Anyway, one tick.

[He holds up his hands trying to get this point across and disappears from the Plane for a moment. When he does reappear, there's a very large, brightly coloured ball next to him.]

Look!

[She startles a bit, both at his sudden disappearance and reappearance, and takes a few steps back, eying him and his round companion nervously.]

No no no, look, it's all right, Aniki. [The Doctor decides to demonstrate by hitting the ball with his shoe toe, not too far. He moves to it and hits it gently to Aniki.]

[She shies away, alarmed by this brightly-colored thing's sudden attack.]

[He leans against her, stroking her neck and leaning up, saying his words softly.] No no, shh, it's all right. The ball is good. It's fun! Look! [He lets go and goes back to the ball, awkwardly kicking it around and running forward to catch it, smiling.]

[She trails after him, still keeping her distance from the ball but trying to stay close to the one with gentle words that smells like good things. She stands behind him, leans her head over his shoulder to peer at the beach ball and draws it back again, nuzzling his ear and giving a nervous little whicker.]

[He reaches up, patting her fondly.] See? Not so bad, is it? [The Doctor bounces it a bit before carefully rolling it over to her feet.] Just kick it a bit. Or use your head. [He motions with his head towards the ball, like a headbutt.]

[Of course, the directions are meaningless to her, but he's still talking in the nice voice and doesn't seem alarmed by this thing. She noses at it, jerks back as it rolls in response. She gives it a cautious shove with her nose, watching with interest as it rolls across the floor of the plane. Aniki whinnies and trots over to it, this time hitting it with the side of her nose and watching it roll away again.]

[The Doctor claps his hands.] Bravo! There you go! [He hops over to her and kicks the ball as well, though still not too far.] Brilliant, isn't it?

[She races after it, kicking up her heels a bit as it rolls to a stop. She noses the ball, lips at it, shoves it with one hoof. And then another good whack with her nose (it sails in the general direction of the Doctor) and a whinny of delight. This kind one brings good things.]