The more he attempted a vague glare, the less effective it was. That was unfair, Maria supposed, having the advantage over him that she did—with her experience in their allied future came familiarity. He'd done worse than glare at her then; it was unlikely to intimidate her now.
"Really? Is this her?"
She stepped toward the mare, which calmly lifted its nose to be patted. It was too bad she didn't have a treat to give it along with her attention.
"Where is it that you think you'd go if you did?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder. "Other than 'away'. As you're without a stronghold here."
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Date: 2015-02-21 09:05 pm (UTC)"Really? Is this her?"
She stepped toward the mare, which calmly lifted its nose to be patted. It was too bad she didn't have a treat to give it along with her attention.
"Where is it that you think you'd go if you did?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder. "Other than 'away'. As you're without a stronghold here."