Bolion rolled his eyes, but smiled. He took a few steps back, and ran towards the window. He leapt at the last second, and dolphin dived out of it. Twisting in the air, he landed in a roll maybe twenty feet from the side of the building, and finished on one knee, ready to rise, like a racer waiting for the pistol. Listening intently for any sounds other than Della through the open window, he stood and walked around toward the main door. There, he saw Orrin, awake, but laying on the ground. Untying the stallion's reins, he mounted him, and trotted back over to the window.
"Come on, and pick a horse!" He called, but not too loudly. He didn't want to wake anyone who wasn't already up, thanks to their little screaming match.
