But, Hell. Sometimes hope is the cruelest joke of all, isn't it?
Grace finishes in silence, looping the reins so the mare won't step on them for the few seconds she'll be gone.
"Little bit of both," she answers, eyes locked on the mare in a brief, unfocused stare. Shaking herself, she slips out and over to where Jack is messing with the bridle and taps him on the shoulder.
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Date: 2012-09-20 08:03 pm (UTC)But, Hell. Sometimes hope is the cruelest joke of all, isn't it?
Grace finishes in silence, looping the reins so the mare won't step on them for the few seconds she'll be gone.
"Little bit of both," she answers, eyes locked on the mare in a brief, unfocused stare. Shaking herself, she slips out and over to where Jack is messing with the bridle and taps him on the shoulder.