[ She inhales at the vision, her gaze fading inward with the memory. Her concern comes after she remembers his joy, the sheer rush of weightlessness upon the beast's back, and the fondness for the animal herself. It's hard to negate his emotions with the motherly panic at the inherent danger for him. Eventually she just half mutters to herself with a little smile, shaking her head lightly. ]
Of course it's a damn horse. You really are Piotr's grandchild ...
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Of course it's a damn horse. You really are Piotr's grandchild ...