[ She's tending a horse when she sees the snowball go flying, a snapped movement that is wary of attack - until she hears the peel of children's laughter and the rough voice her that informs her she's in the way of a counter-attack.
Not that she moves, busy fiddling with the tack and stripping the gear down. She hears the begging sound of protect us and she tries not to smile for it. Doing her best to look stern, she looks back at him with her best attempt to be very serious. ]
Seems we may be at an impasse, sir. I am afraid I cannot let you pass.
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Not that she moves, busy fiddling with the tack and stripping the gear down. She hears the begging sound of protect us and she tries not to smile for it. Doing her best to look stern, she looks back at him with her best attempt to be very serious. ]
Seems we may be at an impasse, sir. I am afraid I cannot let you pass.