[Don snaps back, caution failing to bridle his own ire.] Lower your voice.
[People are startled again. They'll never shake off suspicion like this. His teeth grit as he surveys the crowd. No new challengers. He steps closer again and chides him through the tones of conspiracy.]
You think you're the only one who feels that way? We don't belong here. And you're right. It's too many people, and it's too many rules. So how about you figure out what the rules are before trying to break them?
[His gaze tracks back to the horse again. He lifts a hand to stroke at her snout. Irate, but thinking it through. He's not shy of horses, growing up as he did. It's just hard to like them after seeing that hoof crunch into his father's face.]
We'll head for the city limits. If we can't find someone to give us an answer on the way, then at least she'll be in the open. Are her shoes good on the pavement?
no subject
[People are startled again. They'll never shake off suspicion like this. His teeth grit as he surveys the crowd. No new challengers. He steps closer again and chides him through the tones of conspiracy.]
You think you're the only one who feels that way? We don't belong here. And you're right. It's too many people, and it's too many rules. So how about you figure out what the rules are before trying to break them?
[His gaze tracks back to the horse again. He lifts a hand to stroke at her snout. Irate, but thinking it through. He's not shy of horses, growing up as he did. It's just hard to like them after seeing that hoof crunch into his father's face.]
We'll head for the city limits. If we can't find someone to give us an answer on the way, then at least she'll be in the open. Are her shoes good on the pavement?