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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group[/b][/u]

Ah, so was this lady the source of that voice from earlier? Lute could vaguely recall someone calling a certain Angél de Cervántes earlier… But most importantly, horses are allowed within the halls? Either the Academy prefects believed that horses, for the most part, are sweet creatures that will never bite you and drag you around by the hair- the virtuoso shuddered at the memory- or this young woman was influential enough to be exempted from the rules. She [i]did[/i] look fancy…

Lute spied Marcus and the Angel dude in front beyond the equestrian lady and he redirected his gaze to the large rump which was blocking their way out the room. [i]What if it farted[/i]? The thought propelled Lute to step away from his position directly behind the stallion to seek refuge by the sidelines. Trixie though, was braver and perhaps less exposed to the horrors a spirited horse can inflict upon the human body; she placed her hand on the creature’s butt. 

“Oh no!” Lute squeaked out. “It might bite-,” He backtracked since that was nigh impossible in their current position and said instead, “I mean, kick you! Or something more horrible!” With that said, he chose to plead with the rider since he had a good reason to. “Excuse me, miss? If you would please move? Thank you,” Lute followed Keeva’s example and hesitantly called out to Rose.