*Lupo*
The last thing I expected of my day was to be walking back to my residence with a lumbering horse in tow. I found a place to park the mans wagon until he can secure another beast. We agreed on a price, and I gave him instructions to be at The Full Moon Club at four to receive payment. Fortunately, the club's reputation is such that he didn't question if he would indeed be paid.
As for me, I feel like a blasted fool. What am I going to do with a horse that is too old for service? It plods along beside me as though each step might be its last. Dotty walks quietly beside me. The little maid is somehow even quieter, as though she doesn't wish to be seen, as though the temper I've exhibited terrifies her.
I've spent years holding my temper on a tight leash, but when I saw the driver s
