[Of course, to her, it all happens in a second or two, and to be honest, even she is surprised by Nannerl's violent, panicked reaction, because she's usually a gentle enough horse...if proud, and not dissimilar to her owner in her tolerance for rudeness. Still, Lottie screams and covers her eyes briefly as the kick connects; by the time she looks again, Nannerl has galloped away across the field to buck to her heart's content.
...Everything goes strangely quiet as she finally looks to Gilbert, even the dogs quieting to whimpers and circling nervously. H-He looks badly...injured.............um]
A-Are you-
[uNTIL HE SOMEHOW FINDS THE STRENGTH TO CALL HER A BITCH. UH, SHE DIDN'T KICK HIM. Asshole]
Well. I think I have had just about enough of fools who disregard warnings and continue to hurl insults at those who would help them. Hmph.
[Glares down at him, before wandering a bit helplessly in her wild horse's direction, not exactly willing to approach her but with nothing better to do. You know, like assist the dying, wheezing man on the ground, since he's so incredibly ungrateful and horrible]
Re: Camping time
...Everything goes strangely quiet as she finally looks to Gilbert, even the dogs quieting to whimpers and circling nervously. H-He looks badly...injured.............um]
A-Are you-
[uNTIL HE SOMEHOW FINDS THE STRENGTH TO CALL HER A BITCH. UH, SHE DIDN'T KICK HIM. Asshole]
Well. I think I have had just about enough of fools who disregard warnings and continue to hurl insults at those who would help them. Hmph.
[Glares down at him, before wandering a bit helplessly in her wild horse's direction, not exactly willing to approach her but with nothing better to do. You know, like assist the dying, wheezing man on the ground, since he's so incredibly ungrateful and horrible]