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Finbar (wild_huntsman) wrote in the_displaced,

Fin glanced down to her briefly before he cocked his head. "Maybe he was one of the funny ones, aye? They're not so bad." But it was just as possible it was one of the malicious ones. He didn't mind the ones more inclined to wave and pass on by, but they couldn't tell those at a glance from the others. Hopefully it would only be for the day; he liked to think they wouldn't have animated snow-things plaguing the guests. But then, why not? They'd had a fairly horrible first of the month, hadn't they? Not everything on April Fool's had been cheerful and pleasant. Easter, too, had been much the same. So why not wandering malicious snow-things among the guests?

While the corners of his eyes briefly tightened, it was the only outward expression of his thoughts, and easy enough to miss as he smoothed out his expression into one lighter, more cheerful.

"Well, it should be an adventure then. I'll even make up stories about them," he added with a wink. He really wasn't sure if Riley was going to be there or not, but he reasoned not; he thought the púca had mentioned something about maybe taking a walk. Fin assumed he meant in his fur and he'd be surprised later to learn it was otherwise.

It was a decent walk to the barn since it was all the way back at the rear of the residential area, though along the way Fin pointed out things of interest that maybe Jin wouldn't have had cause to notice or see before, like the practice area, the archery range, and Bob's cabin. Once they reached the barn, Fin did glance to Riley's stall (though the hand-painted name plate read "Fandango") and was unsurprised to find it empty. Possibly because the little mermaid might be able to sense that Riley was different from the other horses. Perhaps not, but neither of them had been particularly sure what sort of perception of others Jin had. While Fin was pretty sure Riley was just hiding himself on principle now more than anything else, he was still somewhat amused by the púca's absence.

He did also note another empty stall, but maybe someone had a horse out for something or another. It wasn't his business to mind; that would fall to the caretaker, when they finally got one officially. "Well, lass," he proclaimed with a sweeping gesture of his free hand. "Here we are. The grand carnival stables," he continued as if it really was some grand thing rather than a minimal wooden building with a dirt-and-straw floor. "Any of them in particular strike your fancy as the first one you'd care to meet?"