“Are we allowed to be present?” Genevieve asked as her and Crow ventured upon land owned by a citizen of the beauteous village they now found themselves within.
“You needn’t worry…” He managed to ease her restlessness before she followed him into the stables set on the boundary of the woods. The sight of stunning Friesian stallions distracted Genevieve from continuing her path behind Crow as she carried her hand to the nose of the sensational gelding before her. With a single caress, Genevieve seemed to find a similarities of herself within the horse as their eyes locked before Crow took hold of her hand and led her deeper within the stables themselves.
“Without a willing participant, the bales will have to suffice…” He spoke while grunting upon lifting one of the heavy rectangles down
