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[b][u] Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Theatrical Hall [/b][/u]

[i] “Not this again!” [/i]

Again? Were horse derrieres a common obstacle to leaving a room in this school? 
Aria stared, half in amusement and half in confusion at the rather strange and sudden appearance of the horse, or the rear end of one anyways, in the doorway. Their guide was used to this however, and shouted for the rather fancy looking girl on top of the beast to move so that their little group might leave the room. 

Another voice outside answered in turn, and Aria peeked out on tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the other guide who had taken part of the group to see the statues and Marcus standing there. Where had the rest of the group gone? Hopefully they hadn’t ended up destroying any pieces of art already- then again it was the Pride, so anything was possible. 

Lute looked rather disturbed by this sudden turn of events and backed away while Trixie had bravely ventured forward to give the horse’s rump a nice pat, which luckily the horse didn’t seem to mind too much. A kick from it would certainly have hurt. 

She started when the posh looking girl turned in her saddle, shooting a glare to their guide before looking back and hopping off the horse to address the other man. 

“Ouch,” The illusionist winced as the Student Council President proceeded to slap around her brother, sounds of slaps various other painful noises floating back into the prop room. 

The horse had turned back as well to investigate the slap on its rear, staring down the tiny prankster before proceeding to give her a thorough slobbering. Aria giggled, edging closer to the mustachioed horse and giving Trixie a pat on the head before offering a palm to the horse. 

“I think he likes you,” She winked down at the smaller girl.