*receives word of your inquiry and promptly dispatches a polite response, agreeing to meet you (and only after the messenger peon has gone does she allow herself a smile)*
*changes into jeans and a light blue top, finger-combing her hair a bit before deciding to just leave it down—the wind always pulls it loose anyway* *sends word to her personal groom, and before long is walking her mare at an easy pace along the well-traveled trail that has become the default starting point for these impromptu rides*
*loses herself in thought fairly quickly, lulled by the afternoon sunshine and the simple rhythm of Belle Jingle's pace beneath her* *at length, takes note of a loud whuff and a pointed mane-shake* Impatient, beautiful girl? *tosses her own hair back, grinning* I'm sure he'll be along any time now, no worries. And his master isn't such a chore, either.