Her golden eyes noticed the woman by the wayside whose horse had suddenly shied away from her. She could relate to the woman because many times her own mounts had done the same to her. But it wasn't the same this time, it was almost like a fear, not just rebellion which caused the steed to pull away from its rider. She approached the cart upon the pretext of buying herself a loaf of bread but really just to take a closer look at the horse and its rider. She had expected herself to need a lot of time to try and discover the meaning behind the strange behaviour of the animal, but even as she drew within 15 feet of the cart, she could smell something foul in the air. Feel something unnatural. She felt naturally repulsed by it but approached the stand anyway. She held out a coin and said. "One loaf of bread."
