Once at the ridge, Zoya doesn't continue walking. While the wild horses are some distance away, all it takes is one wrong move, and they're spooked and running further and faster than any of them can move. She vaguely remembers the horses of Pachina, but she had been a little girl, and her mother had been overly protective and controlling. She doesn't know how to capture them.
Smacking her lips, Zoya looks at the wild horses at the banks. The wind won't help them round them up, even though she's certain a tornado might box them in.
"Not all of us should approach. We don't want to risk spooking them. Perhaps two of us approach them one at a time, and Wilhelm uses his little magical rope to capture one of them. The other two can watch in case any of them run off."
we got u boo 💙
Once at the ridge, Zoya doesn't continue walking. While the wild horses are some distance away, all it takes is one wrong move, and they're spooked and running further and faster than any of them can move. She vaguely remembers the horses of Pachina, but she had been a little girl, and her mother had been overly protective and controlling. She doesn't know how to capture them.
Smacking her lips, Zoya looks at the wild horses at the banks. The wind won't help them round them up, even though she's certain a tornado might box them in.
"Not all of us should approach. We don't want to risk spooking them. Perhaps two of us approach them one at a time, and Wilhelm uses his little magical rope to capture one of them. The other two can watch in case any of them run off."
It's the start of a plan, at least.