Lavender looked forth undaunted by the darkness, his expression frozen in a look of gravity and seriousness. Keeping pace with the cart, he gazed forth unceasingly, never back or side: completely free of fear. He knew the importance of his task, taking it very seriously, as he followed on completely immune to the small talk tossed back and forth by the humans; it's not like he could understand their gibberish.
Around Lavender's neck were Acacia's arms lightly draped, her nose nuzzling into his mane. She slept soundly as he did the footwork, since he had taken a rest earlier on outside the church. Acacia drooled a bit on him but he took no notice. Lavender was a wonderful horse.
As Isaac came out to greet the group, Lavender shifted a bit, shifting his mane about and managed to stir the sleeping Acacia. Looking up from her slumber, she rubbed her eyes a bit and instantly put on a smile: "A morning to you, Sir Isaac. I'm happy to report that my armaments and equipment are in perfect working order, and served me well." With every syllable that left the girls mouth, a vague, naturally imperceptible sensation seemed to wash over everyone in the vicinity. It's not something one could really put a finger on, but it was undeniably there. Just being in this girl's presence gave a person better acting ability, and better memory when it came to finding just the right word
. That slight boost though, cannot be compared to the ludicrous quality of rhetoric that came out of the mouth of the girl herself, however.
Without giving much of a moment's pause, the girl absentmindedly began leading Lavender to where he was kept. She didn't mention at all, and kept it behind a poker face
, but her mind was actually at a faraway place, pondering about the dream she just had. Acacia had full confidence in the premonitory qualities of her dream, so she took them very seriously. It was unlikely anyone else did though.