[D was leading his bay stallion back to the stables when he saw her walking. His steel-colored eyes traced over her form and then narrowed slightly, as if in pain. It wouldn't do to go pestering her on the street, in plain daylight.]

[Unfortunately his entirely-too-opinionated horse had long since decided who he liked and didn't in town, and immediately pricked up his ears and started nickering and tugging at his lead.]

Hey! You better mind me-- [He gave the lead a yank and got snapped at for his trouble. The two started struggling a little, D's hat falling off.]