(OMG FORGIVE ME! I totally lost track of some threads)
Hana took it without hesitation or question, smiling gleefully all the while. She walked beside the woman, feeling the same shadowing pride and importance as she did when she accompanied her Mistress out in public--as if she could bask in the warm glow of all the attention they attracted, simply by presence alone. Dulcinea was so much like Hatsuyuki. She was poised and beautiful, calm and kind and gentle. Hana could see herself spending many hours with her.
Especially if those hours were spent here. The slaves eyes were glued to the horse as he made his way off. She was a little surprised at her sudden desire to sit astride his back, freckled hands twisted in the thick mane. Wind in her loose hair...