Areion snorted and bent down to the tiny, trickling trail of water. He'd hoped - though he would rather not do this at all - that she'd have something more original in mind. Lapping at the water a little bit, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She definitely made him uneasy.
"So... are we going to do anything? Or rather, am I going to do anything?" he said as he lifted his head back up. He was silently praying for nothing painful, but if she did think of something like that, he'd bear it in silence. He was, of course, hoping against hope and trying not to think about the command that had always popped up when he was a child in his father's herd across the sea - "be my slave forever." Oh, how he'd hated that. But when he'd followed in his father's footsteps... no one had messed with him. But now, of course, he was in this new, strange land, and Darkest might take this more seriously than those flirting fillies he was used to.
