Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

Quick was she to follow her down. Her flank stayed positioned towards her, and her level head not allowing Eset to leave her sight. Her head came to a quick quirk, something that came up far too frequently within her habits, and oh, how slow she was to soon turn away. Tip-tap, tip-tap, she started to walk about the room, tossing her eyes along every last flower and fur- the pretty cups and the frankincense that was riddled with tales of woodlands. In her eyes, there was quick wonder, and then they fell upon the hickory-furred aimra'a. 

The scent of wine touched her nose.

"Smells of home. You agree?" Chipper voice, and now a chipper face, she swished her tail side, side, side-to-side, and watched Eset work. She did not deny the wine.