An elven woman rounds the corner out of the barn, leading a tall, black, well-built horse behind her. Flowing mane and tail of the same pitch, the fancy animal's strides very nearly float him above the ground, the feathering on the hooves only adding to the movement.
"Oi, Donna! I brought that stud for ye!" She calls out before her eyes land on the woman at the fence, realizing she has customers. Her mouth snaps shut, but her eyebrow arches when she spots one among the crowd.
"Mar?" She questions, a look of mild disbelief on her face. "So ye are alive! I was worried a bit there, and feared for the worse when Rhanon returned to me a while back. You and the young hot-headed stallion didn't suit each other after all, hm?"
She turns to Donna with a smile, "If ye wouldn't mind setting up this young man with a cooler steed, friend, I'll cover the price. He's already paid me for a horse years ago that didn't fit, and I have to do right by that."