To Much Love [ Dictated/Action - Backdated to Late Morning of Feb. 15 ]

[peacockherald]

 [ It is early in the morning the day after Valentine's, a day of chocolate and love and other things that made one giddy. Or should.

Instead, those with open journals or in the stables might be treated to a piteous, horsey groan. ]

Oh no, you will see no pity from me. You very well deserve it, you know.

[ Another groan, and one can only imagine the sad eyes the animal in question must be throwing Vanyel. ]

No, no. You always call yourself a lady, but then you gorge yourself on sweet things and expect me to cast you sympathy? You always tell me to learn from my mistakes, don't you?

[ This time there is no groan, but a snort and a stamp of a hoof. Vanyel's own laughter rings out, perhaps a bit smug. ]

Oh do not be silly, you will not colic from this. Companions do not colic, you know that right enough.

[ A silence, then a grunt that twisted into another groan, followed by Vanyel's sigh. ]

It is just a stomach ache. Drink some water and you will be well after a bit, just like my cousins at the name day feasts. 

[ A very indignant snort was sent out at that particular comparison and received a new laugh from Vanyel. ]

Ah, see, there is my lady. 

[ Yes, Paradisa, Vanyel just carried on an entire conversation with his horse (Companion). That's not strange at all, right? ]

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(Dictated)

[tylendel]

How doth the lady fare? (She sounds ill. He is dressing to head to the stable.)