[ Sakura jerks straight as well, making herself relax again as the horse trots around her and Scooter. She holds out a hand at about her midsection level, trying a different kind of soft clucking of her tongue to see if that would calm the animal down.
Horses were animals of prey, she thinks. No sudden movements, nothing to initiate that flight response.
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Horses were animals of prey, she thinks. No sudden movements, nothing to initiate that flight response.
Slow, Sakura. She can handle this... somehow. ]