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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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[She snuffles at his hand and lifts her head away from the bag, turning to rest her head against his chest and drool on him.]

[Ahh, horse drool. Good thing he's already soaked.] I take it the oats are hitting the spot? [Curious, he reaches into the bag and helps himself to some.] Hm, not bad, actually.

[Siiiigggghhhh. She is sleepy now. TODAY WILL BE FUZZILY REMEMBERED AS A GOOD ONE.]

[He checks that she's getting sleepy and once against excuses himself, quietly pushing away and leaving the Plane. This time, he returns with a lovely horse blanket.]

I'll get you tucked in then, eh?

[WHAT IS THIS SHINY THING. She nips at it, trying to pull it from his grip.]

[He laughs at her and tugs it back.] Oi! I'm trying to give you a blanket!

[Nose nose nose the embroidery. IT'S SO WEIRD and it feels funny on her nose.]

[He's amused and grins. He watches her play with the blanket for a while before he eventually tugs it away. The Doctor then pulls it over her carefully.]

[UNEXPECTED BLANKET. It is comfy. She nuzzles his chest again.]

[He smiles and strokes her muzzle.] Rest now, Aniki. You've earned a good nap, I think.

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