Horses Stables

"Hmm..." Desdemona thought it out. "I know not the wills and thoughts of men... they are a stranger course to me then the behaviour of birds."

"Hmm... would you like to know for certain if he likes you or not?" Desdemona asked.

Bavona's face lit with great hope and happiness. "Yes, I would love that above many things. How would that occur though?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"I thought perhaps, I could merely ask...?" Desdemona said truthfully. Well that was really her only plan. It seemed simple enough.

Bavona's cheeks grew hot and red, but she was smiling nonetheless. "Do you think that might work?" she pondered aloud... wondering if it was at all possible the young man felt the same about her as she did him. "I couldn't ask that of you, your the queen's sister!"

"Nay!" Desdemona exclaimed smiling. "All the more to ask him as he wouldn't dare lie."

"I wonder though Bavona, how would you feel if you've confirmed his feelings for you to be naught?"

"How foolish of me!" Bavona giggled, enjoying the image a baffled Otto brought to mind.

She had not before truly wondered who she would feel were he to voice his lack of feelings for her...
"A young girl's heart can be broken... else I wait much longer to know, I will expire of impatience."

Desdemona, having no further objections, nodded. "Fair enough, shall we go to the baker then?"

"Yes, that would be lovely." Bavona smiled, hurrying into the other stall to begin preparing one of the horses. It was a fairly decent pace into town and riding was therefore the fastest method.

"Alright Sir Charles," Desdemona turned to her horse. She got the saddle and such hanging near by and started to prepare him. Though she was a Princess, she did insist on learning a few things for her self. An idea her father disapproved of. Minutes later, she was mounted on Charles. She didn't take all of his sit like a lady business, it was very uncomfortable on a horse so she sat like a man. Her dress was made especially for such stress.

"Are you ready Bavona?" Desdemona called out.

Having been partially raised as a daughter of a solider, even without her father's presence, Bavona soon had the grey horse saddled and ready. Her dress was not a riding one, but she only rode sidesaddle anyway and thus had no problem sliding onto her horse, using the nearby stable boy's hand up.
"Yes, I am." she smiled, leading the horse forward to join Desdemona.

Desdemona briefly wondered if she should tell William where she was going. Deciding that, she really didn't need Will to go every which way she turned to the stable boy. "We are going to the town bakery, Nicolas." She announced. "Will you please tell William or my sister where I went."

Nicolas nodded, "Aye milady, I shall."

Desdemona beamed. "Thank you Nicolas."

Nicolas bowed proceeded to move out of the horses' way.

"Shall we go then?" Desdemona looked at Bavona.

Bavona nodded, pulling her horse's reigns slightly to urge him forward. "Of course, my lady." she smiled.

((we can either post them entering the bakery or make a street thread...lol or whatever else))

((lol... um... Street thread then?))

"Farewell Nicolas," Desdemona said before signalling Charles forward. Charles obeyed his mistress's commands and exited the stables.